Memoir/Personal Essay

The Gift

Sometimes we are given the gift of loving someone who is irreparably broken so that we can step outside ourselves and realize that it is no longer what others can or will do for us, but how far our capacity to love can expand to love them anyway in all their brokenness with no expectation of a return on our investment. We cannot repair them. We can only show them that their broken pieces are beautiful just as they are.


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