I heard a story about a man who was imprisoned during Napoleon's reign.
While sulking in his dungeon one day, he etched on the wall the words "Nobody Cares".
A few weeks later, through a crack in the dungeon floor, a little green shoot sprang forth, reaching toward the tiny ray of sunlight that came from his small prison cell window.
The prisoner began giving a portion of his daily water to the little shoot and it began to grow.
One morning the man awoke to a beautiful flower.
A tear rolling down his face, he crossed out the words, "Nobody Cares" and replaced them with "God Cares."
How many times do we feel like "Nobody Cares"...