I can’t give solutions to all of life’s problems, doubts, or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we can seek answers.

I can’t change your past with all its heartache and pain, nor the future with its untold stories. But I can be there now when you need me to care.

I can’t keep your feet from stumbling. I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.

Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine. Yet I can share in your laughter and joy.

Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge. I can only support you, encourage you, and help you when you ask.

I can’t give you boundaries which I have determined for you. But I can give you the room to change, room to grow, room to be yourself.

I can’t keep your heart from breaking and hurting. But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces and put them back in place.

I can’t tell you who you are. I can only love you and be your friend.

~Author Unknown

Melanie Hack
Author of Who Killed My Sister, My friend
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