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: 2015-07-20 Á¶È¸¼ö : 1334 |
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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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