Comfort the afflicted

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Often when my husband takes the girls to bed, he helps them hop like a rabbit or fly like a bird, or lets them ride on his shoulders. But, as he has a bad back, sometimes he’s unable to do any of these things. Once, after explaining that his back hurt too much to do more than just carry our middle daughter, she rubbed his back for him as they walked down the hallway to her bedroom.

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