To see those we love suffering, we must see Jesus meeting his mother. We ourselves need help when our suffering is not so much our own as the grief we feel seeing the suffering of others. Who does not know the suffering which a husband feels when he cannot provide the necessaries of life for his wife and children or when he watches the mother with her worn face growing white like the sick child she is tending. His own heart is wrung and his cry goes up to heaven pleading for help. It is pure pain but he can liken it to Jesus’ Cross when Jesus carried his Cross and met his mother.