One night a man came to our house and told me, "There's 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 and
their faces, just the deep pain of hunger.
I give the rest 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're so focused on ourselves we have
no time for others.