i tend to forget how much suffering there is around me. We become numb to it in our little bubbles of those like us. to minister, we poke the problems with a stick so we do not become dirty and stay a safe distance. i was studying in a coffee shop and a man who i have seen come in and our and frenquents the cafe came in. he sat down near me, so, i started talking to him. after a few minutes of talking, he burst into tears since i was the only person in days he said that has talked to him. the fellow homeless men won't talk to him, since he will not do dope, everyone else ignores him. he loves jesus, he has faith in god, yet no one knows that. he lost everything he owns, he is in his 70's now, he has spent the last 14 years looking for his son, he suffers more than i will ever understand, since no matter how hard my life seems, i will never suffer as bad as he has and is suffering.