Frank Deford Quotes

We feel really blessed to have been asked to come here, and to have the opportunity for our family to be able to look into the eyes of these people, and in some way help.

We who suffer from chronic Lyme can only ask for our loved ones to try to understand and be compassionate about this invisible disease.

Writing about a person whose struggle you wish you could solve is an act of compassion and also, frankly, opportunism.

I don't think you should be ashamed of anybody that you know that has AIDS. You should stand as close to them as you can and help them out as much as you can. I'm a strong believer in that and that's why I try to do that for everyone I know that has the virus.

We'd get these boxes of clothing in the mail, and my mom would say, 'What makes you think all this is for you? You've got a sister right behind you.' So then I realized, we're all in this together. We have to help each other.

When you remove just some of the barriers, people do what people do: help their families.

Before he died, my dad had three primary cancers over 20 years, and for four of those years, he was having chemo every day. We got used to sitting as a family at the table and him not to be able to taste what we were tasting.

Really, I just want to help my family, my friends and people in general.

We all have somebody in our lives, that however closely related or not, is affected by terminal illness and these amazing nurses, who often work through the night with people, not only suffering from a terminal illness but their families, they're just extraordinary people.

I had first-hand experience watching my father's health decline over the stretch of 13 years.

When you meet the needy your heart grows bigger

I always thought it was great to be able to make people feel better. It was a little like being God.

We love those whom we serve (p. 26)

Now that I'm suffering, I feel closer to people who suffer more than I ever did before. The other night, on TV, I saw people in Bosnia running across the street, getting fired upon, killed, innocent victims....and I just started to cry. I feel their anguish as if it were my own. I don't know any of these people. But - how can I put this? I'm almost......drawn to them.

She lived for others, her heart tuned to their anguish and their needs.

A kinsman in trouble had to be saved, not blamed; anger against a brother was felt in the flesh, not in the bone.

We too can be saints in our family, in our neighborhood, wherever we live and work. Be a person who listens to what people need, communicating not only to grieve or tell others about your own problems. Listen in order to intercede and help out.

By compassion we make others' misery our own, and so, by relieving them, we relieve ourselves also.

But I think for me, why I was drawn to the piece is, at the core of the story, it's a love story to me - between Ed and Lorraine, between these two families who are asking for help and us who are in the business of giving help.

Humanity is outraged in me and with me. We must not dissimulate nor try to forget this indignation, which is one of the most passionate forms of love.

We've endured too many tragedies. And each time I learn the news I react not as a President, but as anybody else would - as a parent.

In a family it is normal to take charge of those who need help. Do not be afraid of frailty!

We can never untangle all the woes in other people's lives. We can't produce miracles overnight. But we can bring a cup of cool water to a thirsty soul, or a scoop of laughter to a lonely heart.

People will not lend you a hand until you first touch their hearts.

Each time we act to improve the life of another person, we send forth a ripple of hope in what appears to be a hopeless society.