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.
–Mother Teresa
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