This is all that restoration requires most of the time, that one person does not give up.
For instance, when I was in school, there were a few teachers along the way who must have seen in me a hummingbird of charming achievement, all eyes, bird bones, frizzly hair and a desperation to please and impress. They knew there was power and beauty deep inside me, but that I was afraid of this and I was in fragments.
Men and women alike, old and new at teaching, were like aunties or grandparents in their firm patience with me, in their conviction of my worth. They had a divine curiosity about me -- "Hey, who's in there? Are you willing to talk straight and find who you actually are, if I keep you company? Do you want to make friends with your heart? Here -- start with this poem."
This is who I want to be in this world. This is who I think we are supposed to be, people who help call forth human beings from deep inside hopelessness.
Stitches: A Handbook on Meaning, Hope and Repair