When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we find that it is those who, instead of giving advice or solutions, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.