Once in an age God sends to some of us a friend who loves in us, not a false-imagining, an unreal character, but looking through the rubbish of our imperfections, loves in us the divine ideal of our nature,--loves, not the man that we are, but the angel that we may be.
I love solving the problems of having groups work together and removing barriers. But to actually turn around and be in the center of that is an awkward place to be.