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A story is told about a little boy with a big heart.  His next-door neighbor was an older gentleman whose wife had recently died.  When the youngster saw the elderly man crying, he climbed up onto his lap and simply sat there.  Later, his mother asked the boy what he had said to their saddened neighbor.  “Nothing,” the child replied.  “I just helped him cry.”  Sometimes that is the best thing we can do for people who are facing profound sorrow.  Often, our attempts to say something wise and helpful are far less valuable than just sitting next to the bereaved ones, holding their hand, and crying with them.
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