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One of my lecturers told us such a sad story the other day in class...
She was working in an African country (this was years and years ago) which were having wars here, there and everywhere when she got really sick.
There were no real doctors or nurses, it was a Nun who gave out the medicine and treated the injured.
There was a long bench down the hallway and everyone slid along slowly until they finally got to see the Nun and get their medicine.
It cost US20c to see the Nun.
Anyway, next to the lecturer was a lady holding a young boy on her lap and the boy was screaming and crying and wouldn't stop.
Of course the lecturer started getting really irritated with the baby crying and not being quiet.
They finally got near the end of the bench when the baby stopped crying. The lecturer thought "thank god he has finally stopped" but when the lady got to the Nun with her son, the nun started yelling and screaming at her.
It turns out that the baby had stopped crying because he had died! The mother had waited too long to see the nun because she couldn't afford the 20cents it cost to see her!
Isn't that just too sad!
So next time you hear a baby crying and screaming, just be thankful that they are still alive and try not to get too irritated about it!
5/7/2006 4:03 am
That is so true Peche,|
Perspective seems to be something people lack. It's always me me me.
Try seeing things from someone elses point of view. It's amazing how it helps replenish the reserves of tolerance.
I can't help feeling guilty when stories like that surface though. Guilty for nothing else but being born in a country that doesn't have extreme poverty and hardship on that scale.
5/7/2006 11:33 am
Yep. Nothing like a sreaming little bastard to help me appreciate life.|