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… 心靈小語
也許我們付出的只是點滴的金錢、時間或力氣，但這些點點滴滴彙集起來的力量就會猶如大海，不可估量。
The Gift of Life
Anonymous
I am not someone who had ever given back to the munity。 My father had drilled into my sisters and me all our lives that charity1 begins at home； and so I gave generously to family and friends； but rarely to any？outside of that。 I have always greatly admired those who volunteer their time and money and are in the trenches helping other human beings when they are in the most need。 I have a side of me that is very passionate2； and my heart breaks when I watch news reports of the Red Cross helping storm victims after hurricanes or tornadoes3 that destroyed everything but the clothes on their backs。 Only I have never been pelled to do anything to help the effort，not even to write out a check。
I always felt bad about that； but even guilt didn’t motivate me to do anything about it。 I preferred not to think about all the suffering in the world； and I did this by switching4 the station on the TV whenever a “Feed the Children” mercial came on。 Out of sight； out of mind was how I dealt with all the suffering in the world。
In my mind； I often defended myself； saying I was just so sensitive to other people’s suffering； and that I would only suffer myself if I got too close and personal to it。 I knew I could never be in the trenches with people when they were in dire needs； because I’d probably be as upset and emotional as they were。 I told myself that was not what they needed； for me to feel sorry for them and cry with them。 What they needed was fort； yes； but most importantly they needed is someone to give them hope； and I never trusted that I could give that to anyone。
Several months ago； my 22…year…old niece phoned me。 “Aunt Lene；” she said