Sometimes wisdom comes from a child. My son was 7 yrs. old when he came to me with his sister and said, "Mom. What's your name?" I told him my full name and he turned to his sister and said, "See. That's how you know." I was confused and said, "What are you guys talking about?" and my son responded: "I told sister that you know who you can trust and who you can't trust; when you ask them a question they already know. If they tell you the truth - you can trust um. If they tell you something else. Then you can't trust them. I asked you a question and you told me the truth, so I know I can trust you. When I asked Dad the same question he said, "you know my name." He didn't give me an answer or tell me the truth. I can't trust him."
I told him his dad would give his life to save him and he loves him very much. My son said, "yeah... I love him, too, but I still won't ask him to do anything for me." Then they both walked back to their rooms to "discuss the details." I had to try it. I called my "then best friend" and asked her what her number was, and she said, "You know my number! You just called me." I was distraught. I explained what happened with my son and how her answer effected me. She laughed and thought I was being silly. A while later when I was in the hospital and asked her for help, she told me, "I'm so sorry for you and what you're going through, but I have to go grocery shopping and can't help you."
I asked another friend to help me, but first I asked her what her name was. She didn't hesitate to tell me her name and she helped me without question. To this day she is my best friend and I would do anything for her if she needed me to. Sometimes the answers you are looking for aren't even answers. It's in the questions you ask.