Like most people, I have little or no comprehension of how other people perceive me. I suppose a small degree of narcissism, coupled with a sense of anonymity, leads me to believe that in most situations this is not important. What is typically more important to me is that the others with whom I interact are comfortable, free to be honest and pursue their best self.
How surprising it was, then, to realize that someone looks to me for strength in the face of pain.
I am not certain whether this is a compliment to my good sense, or an insult to my tender heart.