A Lesson on Giving

Something has always baffled me. When we experience hardship, tragedy, or trauma, the struggle is seared into our memory. We remember the sounds, the smells, and the physical pain of the trial. It was that pain that either paralyzed us in time or drove us to do whatever was needed to never experience that hurt again. The experience became part of the fabric that makes us who we are today. Yet when we see others in a similar and very familiar situation, why are we not always 

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