“If there’s anything I can do for you, please let me know.”
It’s happened again. News of another death, diagnosis, or some other unanticipated despair, and once you have caught your breath these familiar words echo forth, almost involuntarily, into the void: “If there’s anything I can do for you, please let me know.” You have said it a hundred times over the course of your life. It has been said to you. And yet every time that phrase is tinged with something that does not entirely satisfy. There is a wound, and there is an obvious need for medicine, but this well-intentioned balm inevitably falls short of the healing for which the soul yearns.
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