One year I called on a woman on my child’s soccer team who had buried her mother who died of cancer the month before. I didn’t really know her that well and felt a little awkward dropping by so early on a Sunday as I was heading out for my daily walk in nature. But because I reached out to her that difficult day and invited her to join me on a trek, we became friends for life. I had walked over and wished her happy Mother’s Day, telling her that from what I had seen out at the soccer field and at the school, I thought she was an incredible mother to her children. It seemed to matter.

Melanie Hack
Author of Who Killed My Sister, My friend
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