Charity
An hour ago, I was making my usual round to the cafeteria in the basement to get a “light lunch” (I’m trying to lose a little weight… so far, so good… no complaints!), when a sad thought bestowed on me. Looking down at my little plastic box of food from the salad bar and the piece of bread on the side, I felt rich. Not rich from eating small lunches or rich from hitting the lottery jackpot (that reminds me, I need to check my ticket), but rich simply because I had food.
Standing in the elevator waiting for my floor, I felt a small pebble in my heart drop into the pond of emotions. The ripples coursed through my body and ended with a thug. My heart sank into a state of guilt. I felt guilty because I haven’t contributed to a charity helping children around the world in the recent months due to personal financial entanglements.
Seeing all those little faces of children, hungry due to famine, drought, poverty, and acts of war, my eyes wanted to tear. I felt weak in my limbs. I took a deep breath and exited the elevator walking down the long corridor with my head down. “Why must one go hungry? We have more than enough to share. Why must we fight? Why must one use religion as a bases of war?” If anything, all religions teach us to love.
I suppose one can ask as many questions as one can possibly think of as to why the way things are in our society. I’m sure these questions will go unanswered for many more centuries. My conclusion is to act upon what I can. I believe charity is a step in the right direction.
Standing in the elevator waiting for my floor, I felt a small pebble in my heart drop into the pond of emotions. The ripples coursed through my body and ended with a thug. My heart sank into a state of guilt. I felt guilty because I haven’t contributed to a charity helping children around the world in the recent months due to personal financial entanglements.
Seeing all those little faces of children, hungry due to famine, drought, poverty, and acts of war, my eyes wanted to tear. I felt weak in my limbs. I took a deep breath and exited the elevator walking down the long corridor with my head down. “Why must one go hungry? We have more than enough to share. Why must we fight? Why must one use religion as a bases of war?” If anything, all religions teach us to love.
I suppose one can ask as many questions as one can possibly think of as to why the way things are in our society. I’m sure these questions will go unanswered for many more centuries. My conclusion is to act upon what I can. I believe charity is a step in the right direction.
posted by Sparky X | 2:15 PM
2 Comments:
There's a story about a little boy, who upon seeing a bunch of fish and clams washed up on the beach, began to pick them up and toss them back into the water. A man nearby sees this, and tells him that there's no point -- there's so many fish and clams on the beach, it won't make a difference. The little boy thought for a moment, then picked up another fish, and helped it back into the water, and said, "It made a difference for that one."
Acts of charity, no matter how small, do make a difference. Pay it forward.
Dear Anonymous... I couldn't have said it any better. :) I've been told that same story once before... a long time ago. It still holds true today.
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