By Virginia Brandt Berg
There is a mystery in human hearts: To every one of us, from time to time, there comes a sense of utter loneliness.
Some of the loneliest people in the world are those who are constantly surrounded by others, yet they feel that no one knows or understands the “real me.” They may even have an abundance of material things—everything to satisfy every physical need—yet they complain of loneliness. They long to share their interests with someone, to find someone . . .