A while back, no one really cared about him; some dorky high school guy. He had no direction and no one to guide him. He lacked inspiration, confidence and patience. Although he was fortunate to have a few true friends, it was never enough. He was a lost soul, wandering in a lifeless and lonely valley. There wasn't a place he belonged to. He acted so many parts; wore so many masks. But who was he? Nobody knew, let alone cared. No one wanted to offer anything to him because he had nothing in return. The weight of the world crushed his feeble body and spirit. Overwhelmed by reality, he wanted to escape, but did not know a destination. Little did he know there was a place he could call home; a place where he was wanted...needed. After living in fear and confusion, at last, there was a sanctuary from the harsh mindset he was locked on. What did he do? He opened his eyes and he saw the many faces of God. He opened his heart and felt the love welling up within him. There was so much dwelling in him, that he had to share it with others. Then, he opened his hands and generously gave as much as he could and swore to never let anyone feel the way he did before. People questioned him, but he would never allow anything in return. "Just take it," he said. "I was never so lucky enough to have this opportunity for myself." He wanted everyone to accept what he offered because it was the only way he knew how to heal himself.

Why do I care so much?

You tell me...