Not everyone is capable of giving compassion and not everyone receives it. I am glad that I can give it and that I have received it many times. The other day, my oldest daughter gave a homeless man some money. There's no way of knowing how the recipient felt about it, but it made my daughter feel really good to do something, however small, for a stranger who is obviously less fortunate than we are. That human touch is what makes us all, well, human, and I don't want to know what this life would be without these gestures of kindness.
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