Many years later, I never thought that all I had read and listen to were other people's stories, and feel their love and hatred. In fact, I know that they don't need any help, they just need someone who can listen carefully to their stories. There is no need to pity or look at them with color. No one has ever made a mistake, but sometimes the consequences of this mistake require great courage to bear. You just need to say when they can't tell: "I'm here, I'm listening."