I know a woman who is spiritually gifted with compassion.
She and I used to meet for coffee when I was going through some really hard days. I remember walking in to the coffee shop feeling numb or okay and then I would sit across the table from her and she would ask how I was and the tears would come before I could stop them.
And when they cleared I would look up and see her face – a mirror of my own – tears pouring down her cheeks.
She took on my pain.