4 comments on “Feeling sorry for others starts with a child

  1. I was, and am the same way Michael. I saw a documentary about the Nazi death camps when I was 8 or so, you know the one where you see all the emaciated bodies being pushed by bulldozers into mass graves? I didn’t understand Hitler and what the war was all about, I just knew that those images have terrified me and been with me ever since. Too me, what I saw was starvation. Since that moment on I can’t tolerated waste of food and others being without that basic right. I used to troll the playground collecting scraps…Since I was so thin, they thought that I was the one starving! I always had food on my plate and a roof over my head. I know get called a “bleeding heart liberal” and “TOO Green”…I think most children when left to their own devices, would default to this position. There are so many ways to be of service. For me it is kindness, smiles and hugs, no matter who you are. 🙂 So thank you to my kindred spirit michael j. 🙂


  2. Lovely, and very true. I was the same way as a child. Still carry my heart on my arm….beats right out of my flesh. 🙂 sam


  3. livvy1234 says:

    Giving is the most important paramita.


  4. souldipper says:

    You just did, Michael J., by writing this post! This is the very dilemma I grew up with! I dated a lawyer in my early twenties and he used to lecture me about having feelings. Can you imagine?! Then I went into the Corporate business world and the Pres of the company said, “If I want so & so to be comfortable, I’ll tell him to pee his pants.”

    I decided I didn’t fit in any of those worlds. I wasn’t sure where I fit, but I knew I had to get outta there before it devoured me.

    I did. But I do think the Masters had lots to teach about being discerning. And when people have to help themselves.

    But love? We can always give Love!


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