Last night, the group discussed compassion again. Although they are deeply aware of the great responsibility on their shoulders, they are also full of strength and even a little secretly pleased. It is my simple wish to do something for others in recent years. This is not to follow the trend, nor to shout slogans after others. Perhaps out of selfishness, I want to make the rest of my life meaningful, and I want to sum up the afterlife when I am dying.
I want to volunteer and teach, but my father is still here and my husband can't live without my care. I can't ignore reality. It is obviously impossible for me to give up my family for everyone, regardless of my family.
Suddenly, there is a more realistic way to take care of my family, bring some strength to others, make my blood boil and be as energetic as a teenager.
The word "sympathy" floated in my mind all night.
I remember when I was in college, I ate in a restaurant at noon, and some workers went to school for construction temporarily. Maybe I didn't know I needed to bring my own tableware, so I bought some steamed buns, ate them in one hand and held others in the other. They ate peacefully, but I couldn't bear to look askance.
I also thought of the road maintenance worker lying on the side of the road at noon. They talked excitedly and flirted happily, but I was inexplicably sad and warned myself that I was too comfortable.
I still remember that when Lu Xun came home as an adult, he saw Runtu, and Runtu mumbled "Master". It's not just Lu Xun who is sad, but I also burst into tears unconsciously, because this person is divided into three classes.
Eight years ago, in front of the hospital ICU, I lived in a humble abode for more than three months and saw too many human sufferings. There are two sisters waiting outside the wall for their mother, who suffered from systemic organ failure due to diabetes, just to go in and see her every other day 15 minutes.
At that time, my sister was 20 years old and a sophomore in a 985 university. My sister was 8 years old. Parents have bad feelings, as if they have been separated for many years. Dad drives a big truck, doesn't go home all the year round, and occasionally comes to the hospital, complaining that the reason why he can't keep his wife in the hospital is to continue to earn money.
We can all see that the husband gave up his wife, but the two sisters kept insisting. In order to save their mother, my sister sold her blood and cut her wrists, crying for her father and kneeling for a doctor. They don't have a bed and don't want to eat. Occasionally, relatives come to send something to eat, and my sister will save some for her next meal.
Anyone who stays in front of the ICU is suffering from all kinds of pains, but some people still lend each other a helping hand. In their spare time, everyone will get together to enlighten their nearly collapsed sister.
I give my sister a recliner to sleep, and I greet her every time I go to the canteen to eat. When I am away, I will also ask my family for help. Every time the government orders a box lunch for us, I will quote an extra copy for my sisters.
Regrettably, when I went home to take a bath one night, my poor mother was taken home by a car specially designed to pick up the dead.
In recent years, compassion seems to be a buzzword. It's easy to do a little kindness, but it's not easy to have compassion. In compassionate thoughts, there should be no sense of superiority, a little condescending, and a little greedy for return.
Compassion is not hypocrisy. If you can't save a cat today, you can ignore the poor tomorrow. You can't call me so kind and call the decoration workers "a group of grassroots"; Compassion can't just be icing on the cake, but it's also a timely help.
Mo Yan said in the article "Great compassion has the depth to torture the soul": Little compassion only sympathizes with good people, while Great compassion not only sympathizes with good people, but also sympathizes with the wicked. In fact, from a higher perspective, good people and bad people are poor.
In our life and work, there may not be so many bad people who need our sympathy, but if we can put ourselves in others' life situations with undifferentiated love and generate empathy, it will be enough to guide and encourage him and let him draw spiritual strength from you.
Having compassion can not only release goodwill to others, but also redeem your own soul. I hope we can all be lighthouses at night and bring more hope and strength to others.