My efforts were for naught. There’s one thing I can say, though: I spread the seeds. They fell on stones or under thorns, but one fell on a human heart. This has brought forth a sprout that bloomed and now grows with full force. This man’s fight will not be for naught. The ice is broken. […] I was full of hope for a long time, but there came a time I had no hope anymore. Now the memory of how strong the hope that gave me strength then was returns to me.