It's been a busy, bittersweet week: we helped one of our friends bury her 21-month-old son, and another friend marry off her 21-year-old daughter. Ups and downs, tears and joy, meals to share in the mourning and meals to share in the festivities. More than ever, I realize what a privilege it is to hug, to cry, to laugh and to share life with our friends.
Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work: If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up!