Have you ever experienced the calm presence of another person when you were suffering in body, mind, and spirit? Have you ever provided this kind of witness to someone who needed it? I remember the visits of a little boy who stood outside and looked through the window of my isolation room when I was hospitalized at age 12. Danny was a patient on the same floor. He visited every day and just connected to me through the window with his eyes. Today in thinking about Mary's presence at the crucifixion of her son Jesus, I wonder how she was in her spirit. I wonder when Jesus could not feel God's presence during his ordeal if he felt the comforting presence of his mother.