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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