A friend comes to you for advice and the correct words to say, the proper response, the needed council is clear in your head. Then thoughts of your own hypocrisy come to mind, clearer than the advice you begin to give. Your friend's complex of problems and questions are both your's and hers. You are approached as teacher but you are taught. You are leaned upon but you lean so much harder. Your shoulder is wet with her tears but your pillow is stained with your own as she sleeps well-advised. You are regarded as wise for your age but you see what she can't. You are thanked for it all but you begin to see how thankful you must be.