I want to tell you a short story about a little flower, which life was oppressed by the badness in this world. It was weak, but it fought with all the stupid things in its miserable life and tried to make everyone or maybe just one person happy. As much as hate and insults has it got, its efforts, love, wisdom and nobility became bigger and bigger. Maybe the efforts were not enough, maybe someone thought that love was false, the wisdom was stupid, and nobility was old-fashioned and could not exist. It suffered, because of all that, but it was still trying to help someone see the good, hidden behind the crooked mirror of life. One day God saw the flower’s sadness and cried. One of God’s teardrops fell down over the little flower and it turned into a MAN. The man was stronger than anytime, but he had a heart and soul like the tender flower he used to be – so loving, tender and noble. That flower was me, fellows!!!