When my mother was a kid she found herself feeling sorry for herself one day. It was a time when news of famine was first coming back to England from abroad. My mother saw pictures in the newspaper from India of starving children. She had never seen anything like it and naturally felt sorry for those children instead of herself. After this, whenever my Mum started feeling sorry for herself, she would remember those pictures, think of India, and say firmly to herself, ‘don’t be silly.’
In this way her compassion for those children in India was to support her for the rest of her life.
I offer this for your reflection