One little girl got back home after a short visit at a neighbouring house, where a little girl of eight had just died tragically.
”Why did you go there?” her father asked her.
”I went to comfort her mother”, the little one answered.
”And how could you do it, being so small?”
”I fell in her arms and I cried with her.”
Love sees and notices. It ears in and listens carefully. Love means ”to attend with my entire being”. The one who loves discovers inside himself endless sources of comfort. We are angels with one wing only. That’s why we can fly just embraced.
