One night a man came to our house and told me, "There's a family with 
eight children. They have not eaten for days." I took some food with 
me and went. 

When I finally came to that family, I saw the faces of those little 
children disfigured by hunger. There was no sorrow or sadness and 
their faces, just the deep pain of hunger. 

I give the rest to the mother. She divided the rice in two, and went 
out, carrying half the rice. When she came back, I asked her, "Where 
did you go? " She gave me this simple answer, "To my neighbors-- 
they are hungry also!"

...I was not surprised that she gave, because poor people are really 
very generous. But I was surprised that she knew they were hungry. As 
a rule, when we are suffering, we're so focused on ourselves we have 
no time for others. 

Mother Teresa