I’ve learned that when people are hurting, they need a comforter, not a commentator. — James Russell Lingerfelt, Alabama Irish
I’ve learned that when people are hurting, they need a comforter, not a commentator. — James Russell Lingerfelt, Alabama Irish
I’ve learned that when people are hurting, they need a comforter, not a commentator. — James Russell Lingerfelt, Alabama Irish
I’ve learned that when people are hurting, they need a comforter, not a commentator. — James Russell Lingerfelt, Alabama Irish
I’ve learned that when people are hurting, they need a comforter, not a commentator. — James Russell Lingerfelt, Alabama Irish
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I’ve learned that when people are hurting, they need a comforter, not a commentator.

— James Russell Lingerfelt, Alabama Irish
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