Sometimes bits and pieces of books I read run through my mind.
This chapter is one of them.
I think about this one because of the need to be comforted in the hours
of death and sickness. I don't always know the right thing to do or say
when someone is sick or dying.
Maybe there really aren't any words to say.
Maybe that isn't the role in life I was meant to fill.
That is the role of someone who is loved and respected more than I.
I think about things like that though.
All of us will get old and full of aches and pains.
These days, many people merely despise the older people and
criticize them for complaining.
So many have died though in the last few years, young and old.
I think it is so sad that life has become so caught up in surface,
in show, in reputation and image that feelings of compassion
and responsibility are lost somewhere and can't be counted on
to be there for us even if we give our whole lives serving and helping others.
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