Tell me about a time someone you loved was hurt by someone, and you felt helpless.

One of my good friends, Kasey, got pregnant while she was still in high school. She finished high school early, in fact, and didn't drop out, fortunately. She told another one of my good friends, Zaq, that he was the father of the baby, although there was some discrepancy about whose it was. For nine months, all he could do was wonder about whether or not he or the other guy was the father. When Kasey gave birth, I was there in the hospital with her the whole day. When little Rowan was born, he was the most precious thing that ever graced this world, and when Zaq held him, I could just tell that Zaq had fallen in love with him. Everyone said it looked just like Zaq, even had his arms. I kept asserting this over and over again, because I wanted him to be happy about this. Now I don't really know if I actually believed this or not. But two weeks later when the paternity test came back, it said that Zaq wasn't the father, and he was completely devastated. He texted me and told me, and I had no idea what I was really supposed to say, other than how unbelievably sorry I was. I did feel completely helpless. There was nothing I could do to change that fact, and there was nothing I was going to be able to say to him to make him feel better about it. I didn't even have a basis of feeling to relate to what he was going through or what he was feeling. All I could do was be that friend that pats someone on the back and say, "I know you're upset." That's the most useless feeling in the world. The worst part o fit was that I couldn't