May at the wall.

I am having a May at the Wailing Wall kind of day.  I am sad, not for myself but for a friend and actually for her newborn son.  He was born yesterday at 34 weeks and was rushed into surgery for numerous bowl obstructions, he will have more surgeries and countless days in and out of hospitals.  As I stare at my healthy children I am so saddened by their pain.  My only hope by absorbing this pain today is that it takes just even a fraction off of them, that somehow just as you can feel the collective energy of people that too, you can be relieved by them sharing your pain.