“Love makes the world go round,” is what I like to think. Love and compassion, not money. Sure, money helps, but having money without compassion is worthless. To me, compassion is putting yourself in others shoes and showing kindness. It is learning about others struggles and letting them know that they are not alone.
We are billions on this planet and every single person has their own life and their own personal issues. Because of this, it's important to show kindness no matter the situation. We have no idea what the stranger on the bus is going through. Compassion means supporting one another and putting others' needs in front of your own. Your actions can change the course of someone's life. Showing compassion in terrible situations can give them the hope and the support they so desperately might need.
Many of the people in my community are low-income families who struggle financially day by day. Some more than others. No matter their situation, I think it is important to be aware that everyone is going through something. Compassion makes us human. It's the ability to recognize that you aren't the center of the universe and that there are people less fortunate or with greater worries than you.
Having compassion, especially in certain professions, is crucial. It is important in our society to be able to empathize with our community. To be able to work together and create a healthy and promoting environment where we help, not hurt each other.
My mom wakes up 6 days a week at 4am. She comes home exhausted. She is my two siblings and I’s only support and only source of income. She overworks herself to provide us with everything we need. I have long recognized her hard work and made it my responsibility to help her with anything and everything she might need. I cook and clean around the house. I take care of my younger brother and make sure he has done his own responsibilities. This way, my mom has so much less to worry about. I have seen how much she has gone through and what little support of her own she has. Years ago, when my parents had separated, I failed to see the truth of the situation. My dad left my siblings and I, cutting off all means of contact, without any type of financial support. Not until then, did I realize how much my siblings and I really mattered to my dad. Because of this, I have matured and learned to appreciate my mom so much more and have the capacity to show compassion and value everything she has accomplished and fought for, for her family.