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 hungry also.”

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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lol, Ive been there. We weren't so selfish about our suffering that we had no time for others. We were delirious lol jk It wasnt thaat bad but I have been there and got the point. Because of it I also know how powerful it is in trying to help myself come out of that.

When im in a bad place like that i always think ya know there are people worse off or in the same situation how can someone not help.thats like watching people walk by an old person that needs help and they do nothing.wth?