I am tired of hearing people complain about their little personal problems. Today, of all days, on the goodest of Fridays, I heard someone complain because they had spilt her milk over the floor and she cried. However, I would just like to compare your complaining to what happened to that of Christ Jesus of Nazareth? 2000 years ago, Jesus was lashed repeatedly over and over again with a crown of thorn briars atop his head! He carried a heavy wooden cross through the streets towards that famous hill where he would be nailed to the said symbol of Christiandom. There, hanging, near-lifeless for all to see, he was ridiculed and mocked, and finally speared in the utmost painful death. I ask you, are your problems worthy of complaining for today? I find it appauling that you would be so heartless on today, the goodest of fridays, when 2000 years ago, my lord and savior died for you!