loved them to the end

I'll tell you right now what my problem is: there is no group of people I can think of (outside of immediate family) where I'd undergo an optional surgery just to better fit in and not stick out. Especially surgery dealing with certain parts of my anatomy.

How much must you love an unknown group of people, people you've never met, to do such a thing? I suppose the answer is that it has nothing to do with your love for the people, but for the peoplemaker. And I suppose it would have to be an endless, unconditional love.