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 there.
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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