the mother of a disabled child (now adult), I frequently had "down"
times when I worried and felt hopeless. About 15 years ago I attended a
meeting dealing with educational needs of the disabled. At some point during
a break, a man I didn't and still don't know came up to me and looked at
me with such an amazing look of love. He said, "I can see that you
are really feeling bad. I promise things will look better. They're never
as bad as we think they're going to be. I'll remember you in my prayers."
guess it just mattered that someone acknowledged my pain. I was person who
needed comfort...He was a stranger who gave a small measure of it. I've
never forgotten that he stuck out his neck and tried to help.