My friend, not everyone who offers you solace is free from sorrow; perhaps they know what it means to grieve with no one there to comfort them. Not everyone who gives to you is wealthy; perhaps they understand all too well the meaning of need and having nowhere to turn. And not everyone who pats your shoulder is without burdens; perhaps they are offering a silent prayer—patting your shoulder while saying within, "Here I am, comforting others; please, God, comfort me."