I look at the news on my television and I see the ocean of people fleeing from fear and hate. I open up my morning paper and I see a story about a ****** and a ****. I feel so dejected and hopelessly alone. I ask myself what does it matter, how can I go on. Though I try to do that which is good and help out when I can. I see the never ending suffering and the tidal wave of despair. I want to climb to the highest building I can find and ask does anyone else really care? I know that each time I offer help, I am supposed to be giving hope, but I cannot see the outcome of what I do and I am not sure how to cope. I sometimes feel like I have thrown a pebble into a lake! I sometimes wonder if it is all a in vain ? Then when I am at my lowest, I see a miraculous thing. Another person will do something selfless and I loose my despair. I feel the presence of God and he says I do care. Then I ask God does it matter, and he says it surely does. He says that each little kindness is an expression of his divine love and though I do not see the outcome. He assures me that it does grow and become a wave of compassion that in this life I may not know. So the next time you feel that all hope has been shattered, just remember that to God kindness really matters