Hedgehog in a pocket shirt

I am most comfortable being the one who helps, not one who is helped. But when my friend Carrie texted, I’m coming, I cried with relief. Thank you, I typed back. I didn’t know this compassionate response would come back to me, but yesterday it did. In one of my darkest hours, my husband reached out to me. Before I answered, time stood still. I couldn’t help but think about how hard it must have been to ask that question.

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