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 with me and went.
When I finally came to that 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 the rice in two, and went out, carrying half the rice. 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 really very 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.
