(The debate online how many people died in the famine has evoked memories of my long forgotten.)
I was sitting in a small town restaurant eating a meal. A child with a ragged dress stood at the table and watched me enjoying food mouth by mouth. Her eyes sparkled with hunger fire, her mouth cannot help chewing. I am eating my meal calmly, which was the norm in those years.
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After decades of life, it's hard for me to understand how I could eat quietly in the face of the hungry eyes of this child.
I am asking:
"Why didn't I have any compassion then?"
A voice answered:
"Because she's not you"
"Think about it, if that helpless child is you?
"So when she was me, to her, you would be her."
Our misfortunes may arise from a thin layer of obstacles in our hearts that are hard to perceive and overcome.