Why reach out to others?

I call and reach out to others for me. Those who are really valuable to me are those who know that I call for me and are willing to simply listen and allow for my space to talk about what is going on with me. They are careful to not provide answers or to go off in lengthy descriptive stories about how they are the same. They are sure to pay close attention to what is going on with me and even ask what I need from them, if anything. Those who are, the rare few, able to not only just listen, but to actually ask more of me through wise present moment questions are the ones who are modelling for me what I strive to be for myself more often. They follow their own inner guidance and give of themselves that which they are guided to and not what they want to.

Others call me for them. They reach out to me to be seen and heard in the midst of their stuff (pain, fear, anger or all three). They hope for a moment with another human being that allows them that space where they can own their power and sit with who they are. They do not call to hear my stuff, how I am just like them or in exactly what ways that is so. In fact, the main, if not soul, reason they call me is because they already know that I am just like them, which ensures that they feel safe with me in this delicate place. We got to this place by my willingness to tell my story to them, upon meeting them. So, for me to repeat myself over and over again when they call would be quite ridiculous.