The pain that we do not see is the pain of others.
An earthquake devastated land and lives far away. Strikes us, we remain very much unsettled for as long as we see the terrible images. Ten minutes? Twenty? Every so often during the day, we think about and comment with what someone is terrible what is happening. We give a few coins - not all, by the way - and then resume our lives.
The pain of others, in fact, it barely touches. Faced with news and pictures as the ones we see (from afar) through the media, in front of hundreds of thousands of deaths and injuries, to entire towns and villages wiped out dallo tsunami, a vite distrutte, a donne che urlano per la morte dei figli, se quello che vediamo ci colpisse davvero profondamente, bisognerebbe portare il lutto, piangere, disperarsi, smettere di mangiare, non andare al cinema e non festeggiare l’anniversario di matrimonio o il compleanno. Dovremmo rinunciare almeno al superfluo e mandare tutto l’aiuto che possiamo. Invece continuiamo la nostra vita come al solito. Diciamo che non mandiamo niente perché chissà dove vanno a finire i nostri soldi. Oppure ci sentiamo buoni perché componiamo un paio di volte il numero verde dedicato agli aiuti alle vittime del terremoto o dello tsunami.
Ho letto - non ricordo chi l'ha detto – che l’essere umano soffre di più if he is beaten up a callus that if she learned of the death of a thousand strange children.
not see the pain except when we have to close. That's it. It is no reproach, my, neither myself nor to others. Only, I think about it because we stop pretending to be generous for donating two Euros.
Maybe it's better that way. If we suffered for all the evil that surrounds us will no longer live. It would be terrible. Man has learned to protect themselves dall'overdose pain.
But in daily life one should try to see the pain of others. At least those that pass us by, which crossed our lives.
Today came to my school, the mother of a pupil. A woman of about forty years old, without husband (we teachers often do not know if it's because she is a widow, abandoned, betrayed, single mother). With tired eyes tells me he does not know what to do with that child so full of problems, so depressed. Seeking to calm her, but I can not that much, because she has already accumulated a sea of \u200b\u200babsence, and now there is a law that beyond a certain number, will force us to reject.
raises the top end to let me see a stomach stitched and patched with a large gauze from which emerges a tube and a bag.
"Look how I go to work, I, "he says.
are thus obliged to remember that there is also the pain of others, not just mine.
happens frequently in our work, get in touch with dysfunctional families, with tales of degradation, with sick children with alcoholic parents, with kids just like abandoned dogs.
We are obliged, then, to suffer for the pain of others.
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