One
night a man came to our house and told me, “There is a family with eight
children. They have not eaten for days,” I took some food and I went. When I
finally came to the family, I saw the faces of those little children disfigured
by hunger. There was no sorrow or sadness in their faces, just the deep pain of
hunger. I gave the rice to the mother. She divided it in two, and went out,
carrying half the rice with her. When she came back, I asked her, “Where did
you go?” She gave me this simple answer, “To my neighbors-they are also hungry.”
I
was not surprised that she gave–because poor people are generous. But I was
surprised that she knew they were hungry. As a rule, when we are suffering, we
are so focused on ourselves we have no time for others.
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