"The Man Who Couldn’t Keep Giving."

Mr J sat on the park bench, staring at the world around him. Everywhere he looked, he saw the same thing—suffering. People walk past the homeless man on the corner without a second glance. Children are playing on the swings, unaware of the wars raging far away, killing kids just like them. It all felt so wrong, so pointless. No matter how much good he tried to do, it never made a difference.

He was tired. Tired of trying. Tired of caring. Tired of living in a world where it seemed no one else gave a damn.

Mr J had spent his life-giving. He had donated to charities, helped those in need, and fought for what was right. But every act of kindness seemed to disappear into the void. People were ungrateful. They didn’t care about the good he tried to do. They were too wrapped up in their selfish desires, too busy chasing money, fame, or power to notice the suffering around them.

He thought about all the times he had been met with indifference, or worse, scorn. Why do good when the world doesn’t care? Why help when people only take and never give back?

At that moment, Mr. J felt the weight of the world crashing down on him. He had given all he had to give, and it still wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever be enough. The world was too broken, too filled with hatred and pain.

For the first time in his life, Mr. J wondered if there was any point in going on. He had no one left—no family, no friends. Just the hollow feeling inside that no matter what he did, it would never be enough to make a difference.

As he sat there, lost in thought, a small voice broke through the fog of his despair. A child, no more than five, stood before him, holding a dandelion in her hand.

“Mister, do you want this? It’s for you.”

Mr. J looked down at the flower, and for a moment, he didn’t know what to say. The world was falling apart, and here was this tiny child offering him weed like it was the most precious gift in the world.

He took the flower and smiled, though his heart was still heavy. It wasn’t much, just a small act of kindness in a world that had forgotten what kindness was. But in that moment, it was enough to remind Mr. J that maybe, just maybe, there was still some good left in the world.

The moral is simple: Never underestimate the power of kindness, even when it feels like the world doesn’t care. Keep giving, keep loving, keep fighting for what is right—because the world desperately needs people like you.

God Save Us All...

Jacob M