One spring afternoon, a man came home to find two girls on the steps of his building. Both were crying hard, shedding big tears. Thinking they might be hurt, the man dropped his briefcase and quickly went over to the two young girls. "Are you all right?" He asked. Still sobbing, one held up her doll. "My baby's arm came off" she said. The man took the doll and it's disjointed arm. After a little effort and luck, the doll was whole again. "Thank you" came the whisper. Next, looking into the tearful eyes of her friends, he asked "And what's wrong with you, young lady?" She wiped her cheeks. "Nothing, I was helping her cry" she said.
Sometimes, we women just need someone to help us cry, to cry with us, to hold our hand and feel our pain. Whether it be something as simple as a broken toy or something as serious as the death of a loved one, sometimes, we all just need someone to help us cry.
But what if there's no one around? What if there's no one of physically hold our hand, to wipe our tearful cheeks, or two sit next to us on the steps. Once you find that person who can just cry with you and hand you tissues, hold on to them, they are rare in this world!