Remember when you were in fourth or fifth grade and they told you about phrenology? You know, the pseudoscience of studying the physical condition of the head to determine human characteristics. Lumps on the noggin might predispose a propensity for homosexuality. A wide forehead would surely indicate some form of genius.
Later you heard the more mystical of your friends speak of "reading auras." It didn't take long for me to realize that every color was an indicator of something positive. Warmth, intelligence, trustworthiness. What the heck about the scoundrels, the lowlifes?
Now, at this stage of life, I have to tell you that I see a lot in the eyes of people around me. Hurt, heartache and despair burn brightly in the sad gaze of damaged folks that I have encountered so far on my path. Do we avoid these individuals? Of course not. No more than we should leave abandoned puppies and kittens to fend for themselves.
You do what you can do and you do it with love and with respect. There's a payoff. You're a better person for it.
What about those of us who make up the damaged, the hurt? Well, that's all of us at some point now, isn't it?
Love with all you've got. That's all you've got.