Working with little children is a delight. However, they love to run up to me every day to show me their latest boo-boos. They lift up their pant leg so I can see a tiny scrape. Or they hold up their finger to show me their princess band-aid. When the other children see this they have to run over to show me their boo-boos too.
But are we adults so different? Where do you turn when you're hurting? Do you pick up the phone to talk to a friend?