While attending the funeral service for a friend who committed suicide, I sat beside his daughter.
“Read this page in his diary,” she said. “My father always kept one of these diary notebooks in his pocket and penned daily entries.”
In the entry dated the day before his death, he wrote, “On any given day at any given moment, any given 1,000,000 people, of whom I might be one, are pleading for God’s mercy and help, and 999,999 of them are more worthy of His attention than I, so why bother praying? He will never hear me.”