Mary was having a tough day and had stretched herself out on the couch to do a bit of what she thought to be well-deserved complaining and self- pitying. She moaned to her mom and brother,

“Nobody loves me … the whole world hates me!”

 Her brother, busily occupied playing a game, hardly looked up at her and passed on this encouraging word:

“That’s not true, Mary. Some people don’t even know you.”