Look around you; I mean really look. What do you see? Probably lonely hurting people within arm’s reach, maybe right there in your own family. A spouse you’ve been too busy to love, a teenager you’ve never taken time to understand, a child who hardly knows you. Or maybe it’s the person you work with—the troublemaker. Do you have any idea why he’s so angry, so defensive? What about the misfit you worship with, the gal nobody likes. You know, the one who talks too loud, the one who tries too hard.