To watch the strong crumble is certainly the most disheartening thing I can imagine. It signifies to loss of hope. When I see them refuse the offered hands, tears spring to my eyes.
Hopelessness is like a stream. It pulls against you, and it pulls you to the middle, where the current is fastest. It is deeper there, and soon you are rushing along, gasping for breath. I feel as though I am drowning right now, and it's no one's fault. I just pray that I become better equipped to help.