I have a sensitive, caring, responsive, responsible friend who has borne the brunt of guilt for things he could not help while fulfilling every expectation from those he loves. He sees himself as weak and needy. I KNOW HE IS NEEDY, but aren't we all? I see him as one of the most selfless and stong-willed humans I have ever known. "A man that ruleth his spirit is greater than he that taketh a city." This poem is for and about him. You ARE appreciated, my friend. You ARE loved. God loves you and I love you with His love.
