This letter was attached to a present from a friend, back in 2003, after she ‎came to see me, as her friend, with her almost-16-years marriage + 3 kids, ‎started falling apart:‎

“I came to see you when we decided already to separate. I was crying while ‎telling you that my husband will leave the house a month later. During this ‎month, I needed support and some guidelines as I did not feel I have any ‎control over my life anymore. I was just crying and having panic attacks. You ‎were there. Your words were flowing there. Your friendly-guiding words helped ‎me to understand some points. I started to follow some of these understanding ‎that I got while we had our conversations. You said, “the road for the ‎Separation/Divorce will always be there, but make sure you tried all the other ‎roads before”. You told me that your father told you the same words when you ‎decided to divorce after almost ten years of marriage. I remember I admired ‎your father for his wisdom and you for sharing it with me.

Moreover, then it was clear ‎to me – it takes one to understand one. You helped me to step back, helped me ‎to focus on what I want and from there – the road was clearer, and I started ‎walking in a new path, by taking control and try to save our marriage. I wanted ‎to give it a chance. Slowly, really slowly, with many ups-and-downs, things ‎started to fall in place. I remember the day that my husband and I decided that ‎he, the husband will not leave the house at that time. We invited you to a ‎restaurant to let you know. So you cried. I never saw you crying before. We ‎gave it a chance…We gave new meaning, our meaning to words like ‎respect, self-esteem, personal value, family values…also, we are happy ‎today… Just as you said, we would be. You saw things we could not see. You ‎experienced times that you did not want our family to experience. Thank you”.‎

About eleven years ago, when I first shared with her my future business plans about ‎opening a business dealing with all kinds of relationships, there was no better ‎reward than her words: “if not you, who else?”.

It was only the second time ‎she ever saw me cry.‎