Guest guest Posted August 27, 2003 Report Share Posted August 27, 2003 8/27/03 "Compassion" Spent some time at the river today with the children. I was seated quietly in the shallows with the baby on my lap and Ananda was playing and splashing happily nearby. I watched as an elderly woman swam slowly in front of us, keeping her head out of the water just like old ladies tend to do, and I watched affectionately while her aged body revealed itself step by step as she reached the shore. I knew that that could be me. She fumbled awkwardly with her sandals, working at maintaining her balance while trying to slip them on at the water's edge, so as not to fill them with wet sand. My leg muscles tightened as I was about to rise up to help her; even with the baby on my hip it would have been an easier go than what she was experiencing, but something stopped me and my legs relaxed again. Somehow I knew that my helping her with her shoes was going to make her feel even more uncomfortable. It was Love that made me stop. Where on earth does that Love come from? I wondered. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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