What a need there is to care for each other, with tenderness, compassion, and honesty. We don't come to our friendships perfect, by any means, but we do come to them with a capacity to grow, learn, forgive, and grow some more. And we come with a capacity to become sensitive to the needs of others, as well as to our own. I accept my friend with all his failings, and he accepts me. We love each other because we share doubts and delights, sadness and songs. We comfort, cheer, and nourish one another. And sometimes we disagree, for a time, or fail to understand. But all the time, it is there like a river, always flowing, always carrying us forward -- the currents of our sustaining affection.