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.”
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.
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
