Observers without clues.

I'm trying to reach a friend. While she's in depression. Ain't easy. I truly care about her. Which prompts me to use good vibes. At least most of the time. I want to come across as empathetic. Maybe that's the same as being sympathetic. Don't know for sure. Just how to proceed. Other than caring. And oh, there are so many, many ways to care. Sometimes, even in blunt ways. So many ways to search for and find one's truth. To find one's real self. Anyway, let me say that being someone who genuinely cares about someone, and about life, can be a dangerous occupation/pursuit.  Easily misunderstood. But that's a peril of life. Being misunderstood. By sideline observers who have no clue.  And really don't care. --Jim Broede