Two friends comforted me today.
One is a soulful and empathetic fellow, familiar and at home with the ups and downs of feeling, is happy to hear my story, my concerns, --even thanks me for telling him-- who was supportive and kind and warm.
The other practically shudders at the word "soulful" and when I am feeling bad --unless I am mourning a death-- prefers not to get into the details. In fact, he offers distraction, humor, including humor directed at me and my mood. But he doesn't leave me alone. Frequently contacts me in fact...to not talk about what's bothering me. In his own way, though, he is just as kind.
Both these men are friends. Both of them comforted me today.