When we have been brave enough to get real with ourselves – Sometimes the absolute shock of seeing ourselves sans the protection of our ego will completely throw us off our game and initiate a mourning for our old, though inaccurate, self-image.
When we have been kind enough to “weep with those who weep” – There is beauty in the gentle tread of an understanding of, and a willingness to share, the pain.
When we have been insightful and passionate enough to bear the weight of the world’s sadness – A Chicago Tribune reporter in Abraham Lincoln’s time commented, “…the man’s gloom came from a depth of character. His speaking went to the heart because it came from the heart.”
When we have been honest enough to do the right thing in spite of the consequences –