A Heart of Compassion

There is so little compassion in the world; so little. It amazes me how often people just shrug their shoulders and walk away as if it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter to them, but it does matter. If you were that person in that situation, you would want someone to care for you, and help you, but the flip side of the coin is so different. I feel that pain and hurt, of so many people knowing, and not even caring. I see neighbors drive by who once used to be friendly, but now just stare as if you were anathema. I hear people laughing, and then discover that they used to be friends, but when I walk by every mouth is as silent as the grave and their eyes follow you as if you were a person stricken with leprosy. Everyone has pain in their life, and everyone has those things they wish to hide, but if that's the case, why then do many of them act as if you were the only person in the world who ever had nightmares. I hope I shall be different the older I get and the more life I live. I don't want to be one of those people who shrug their shoulders and walk away; I don't want to be one of those people who don't have time for people. I don't want to be labeled a "yuppy" or a "high class snob." My life hasn't been perfect. It is in fact blotched with so much black ink that there isn't a spot of white to get dirty. You may not necessarily see it, but I do. I want to be that kind of person that stoops no matter what level they're at; I want to be that kind of person that helps every other kind of person; I want to be that kind of person that shows a love that is not of the world, but from God. I know my own personal insignificance, and that knowledge frees me to help others because others are more important than myself. That is the kind of person I want to be. That is the person I will be.