As a child, I remember reading a comic
book illustrating the true story of Smokey the Bear. The same Smokey
who would become the iconic forest fire prevention mascot. Reading
the story of how a this bear cub was rescued and his burnt paws
bandaged moved me in a deep way.
Webster’s Dictionary defines
compassion as “Deep awareness of the suffering of another coupled
with the wish to relieve it.” This is an accurate descriptor of my
personality. I believe that I’ve always had an ability to “feel”
the pain and misfortune of others – friend or stranger. If I
observe a way to relieve the discomfort of another person, I can
usually inconvenience myself to a great degree to help them. Passing
homeless people on the street, my imagination generally places me in
their shoes. I imagine the experiences that have brought me to this
point, the hopelessness I feel, and the attitude toward life that I
would have.
As a human being prone to failure
without even trying to fail, I’m deeply troubled when I think of
situations in which I lacked compassion toward others. I want to make
the lives of the people around me more fulfilling and more meaningful
– I must show greater compassion to both the stranger and my
friend.
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