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Category Archives: compassion
What point is there in living if humans have destroyed the planet and there’s nothing good left in it?
This was a question on Quora. Please read my answer.
Please read this wonderful story. Twenty years ago, Rick Stevens invested spare money as a form of superannuation. Now, he has given it away to help young women and children who would otherwise be homeless.
Poor people in Kerala State, India, have no doubt about climate change. They have suffered devastating floods twice in recent years, with 5.4 million people badly affected. The state government is doing something about it: redesigning houses and settlements to … Continue reading
I was reading about something else when I saw a link to “strange fruit.” I didn’t know the meaning, and clicked. I’ve never heard of Abel Meeropol, but now he is one of my heroes. His story made me feel … Continue reading
I answer questions on Quora. For some reason, this one got me going, and my typing fingers took flight. Please read my answer, and if you approve of the message, share it around. With metta, Bob
“Acceptance and Commitment Therapy” uses the device of the funeral oration. Imagine you’re on your deathbed, and writing what you want your favourite great-grandchild to say in your memory. Will it be the amount of money you made? Or will … Continue reading
Big boys don’t cry, but this lovely little story brought tears to my eyes. News about sport are very often about cutthroat competition, drug taking, losers throwing tantrums, people driving themselves to injury. Here is an occasion for celebrating friendship, … Continue reading
Rich McLean is not quite a starving artist, but not far off. He is about a year off from completing his PhD, and has started a Kickstarter to allow him to survive till then. There are rewards for investing in … Continue reading
I love little human puppies, adorable bubs, streaks of lightning on two legs, teenage buds blossoming into adulthood… kids. Every time I have anything to do with one, I need to deal with the unasked thought, “What kind of a … Continue reading