The End

Good day to you.
When I was little, there was this guy in my life.  I will call him my biological father.
He was a fellow who was smart, good looking, and lost.
My mom left him when I was two, because she feared my safety.
He then proceeded to get remarried, write me off as never happening, and he went to college and received his child psychology licence.  Ahemm.
If you ever wonder about psychology and that whole profession, from what I have experienced, I believe it is full of a lot of confused and sometimes disturbed people trying to find their own answers to their own private wars.
Anyways, a few years ago, I got a letter that he had committed suicide.  I was sad.  Sad for him, sad for me and the lost hope of maybe having a relationship with him.  So so sad that he was so lost that he thought their was nothing left to live for. 
Today, I just got news that my Aunt has taken the same route.
She was a spunky lady who had survived childhood polio.  She learned how to pop willies in her wheel chair and dance on crutches.  She was never a quitter.  But a few years ago she started to act more and more selfish, mean, and fell into the trap of feeling sorry for herself.  She attempted suicide six times before succeeding. 
I really loved that lady and wish with all my heart that whatever broke inside her could have been fixed. 
What do these two people have in common?
Hopelessness.
Selfishness.
Do you know someone who needs hope? 
Do you know someone that is lost in themselves and running the wrong direction?
Do you know someone who needs Jesus?
Could you talk to them before it's too late?
Could you give them a hug?