Weeping WITH the weeping...

Long, long ago I knew an old lady named Alma Halse.  
At the time, I was a very little girl.  She, Alma Halse, was about the age that I am now.  In my eyes, very old. 
She was the founder, administrator and the all mighty of an orphanage in Alta, North Norway.  The orphanage does not exsist in that form any more.  Neither does she.  However, both are still alive in the form of memories in a lot of hearts. Mine included.  In various ways. 
My strongest memory of Alma Halse is the bags under her eyes.  
To me and my memory, she looked huge like a bear. 
A very sad, huge bear.  
She could smile, but the smile was sad. 
And those bags under her eyes! 
I asked my father what they were. 
-Why does she have those bags under her eyes? 
-Because she weeps a lot, was the answer. 
I was no different from every other child and had a new question for every answer I got. 
-Why does she weep so much?
-She weeps with the sad, the hopeless, the lost, the found, the lonely, the homeless, the suffering, the abandoned, the abondoner, the children, the parents,  the old, the tired, the hungry, the cold, the lost, the homeless, the....  
-She weeps with everyone.
-She weeps with everyone and everything.  
I do not remember if I had a question to that one. 
I don`t think so.
I only know that I did like Mary and hid the words in my heart.
Later on I heard about and saw pictures of Golda Meir. 
I thought she looked a lot like Alma Halse.
Even later on, I also understood that there is a difference between weeping FOR and weeping WITH.
The last fourteen days I have wept and weep a lot with....
In fourteen days the bags beneath my eyes will match those of  Alma Halse and Golda Meir...
I wonder how little Mother Theresa, in all the misery, managed to stay so beautiful ....