Everyone wants to be heard. This desire lies at the heart of many hurts and insecurities. In a large group, the want becomes greater. I sat, several weeks ago, and listened to a hurting heart pour forth pain. As I tried to understand, I scrambled for something to say. All I could think of was I'm so sorry.

She finished, and looked to me expectantly, and that's all I said. Her eyes filled with tears, and gratitude. I then realized that's all she'd wanted me to say. She wanted someone to listen to her pain, know and understand her. She wanted to be heard.

I tried to listen. Did I hear?