In week four of Self-Mastery class I wrote this thought paper:
A few years back my sister called me, very distraught, and I talked to her for over an hour. Her boyfriend, the father of her son, had moved out again after a few months of having moved back in, and the disappointment of having to raise her son on her own again was too much for her. As she cried and cried, I comforted her as best I could. I told my therapist later how badly I felt that I didn’t have any money to give her. I was in Los Angeles while she was on the east coast, and I felt terrible that there wasn’t anything concrete and substantial I could do to help. My therapist suggested that maybe she didn’t want money or other help from me - maybe she just wanted someone to listen.