A hope note
A native American described his inner struggles: ‘Inside of me there are two dogs. One dog is mean and evil. The other dog is good. The mean dog fights the good dog all the time.’
A young brave asked him: ‘Which dog wins?’ The old man reflected for a moment and said: ‘The one I feed the most.’
I saw this truth illustrated in a children’s hospital recently. I came upon two ladies, each pulling a red wagon overflowing with stuff ‘ toothpaste, phone cards, candy, comic books and many more things.
They were giving it all away.
The ladies informed me that they had over 100 items that people in the hospital might need. Room to room they went with the question: ‘Anything we have here that you could use?’
They come once a month with more than $100 of items bought and given by their little church in a community 80 miles away. One of the ladies once worked in a pediatric oncology unit and had developed enormous sympathy for families who have to make an unplanned visit to a hospital, who, a long way from home, miss all the comforts of home.
‘It’s a thrill seeing their eyes light up,’ she explained. ‘We often see a smile. Our visit may be the only thing they’ll have to smile about that day.’
A little act of kindness stirs embers of hope in the troubled heart.
The act is ‘twice blessed,’ according to Shakespeare: ‘It blesseth him who gives and him who takes.’
That’s the truth to which the Dalai Lama pointed when he said: ‘To make others happy, practice compassion. To make yourself happy, practice compassion.’