TRAILS OF ANGEL WINGS

This paragraph came across my e-mail this week and touched me deeply since I am dealing with a personal crisis in my own family.  This is an old paragraph, it's been around the net a few times.  But - like the telephone pole one passes for years without noticing its particular oddity of whatever flavor, this paragraph suddenly embraced for me, the value of the comfort, friendship and support of someone who simply listens, hears and stays close while the other friend rants, rails, struggles, suffers and sometimes sobs from emotional stress.  Nothing can be done to take away the cause of the stress at that moment, nothing can be changed, nothing can be immediately healed. But the proverbial hand is held, the tears are understood, the suffering shared and thus lightened, the loneliness of pain...is somehow lessened. 

Like the following little boy suggests, helping a friend cry, is the ultimate support - the largest pair of angel wings a friend can wear. 


A  four-year-old child's next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman, who had recently lost  his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little  boy went into the old Gentleman's' yard,  climbed onto his lap, and just sat  there. When his mother asked him what he  had said to the neighbor, the little boy just said,

'Nothing, I just Helped him  cry.' unknown author


For all the angel wings I have been blessed to share over the past weeks - ALL of them...I am heart-fully grateful.

NATURE prevails...