I forget, sometimes, how exhausting it can be to take on the burden that is others' pain. I can see some answers, some solutions, so clearly, and I want to hand them out freely, but that's not always the way. My answers may not be their answers; answers may not be what they need or want; maybe they don't know what they need or want. I have only just to be there to listen. Sometimes that's all a person needs. And despite the weight, and the reminders of my own hurts, I would not turn anyone away. How could I?