He told his story with not even a modicum of emotion. Life had worn him down until he was numb. This support group was just the same as any other. It won’t make one little bit of difference, but yet something tells him he needs to be there. His eyes seemed to drift off as he once again outlined the low points of his illness. The room was silent as he spoke. However, one young man in the back paid close attention finding relief in a story he could relate to. The speaker did not realize his power and influence.