To Be Brought Forth From Darkness

Although the afternoon sunshine rested its rays upon the back of a young man as he sat outside on his front steps, he simply cringed and remained determined to keep a scowl on his face. When the soft breeze ruffled through his hair, he would lift his hand and force it back down. Nothing seemed to be able to change the attitude of this bitter young man. It seemed to Philip that there was no one in the world who had a life as horrible as his own. Consumed with self-pity, he had come to the point...