The right kind of sympathy

Pity lifts no one up. Have you tried compassion?

AS THE DAYS went on, I could see the weight they were holding increase. Within weeks the load looked so heavy, so troublesome. I groaned. Never liking to feel burdened myself, I wondered what I could do to help.

In this particular instance I knew exactly what to do. Quit being foolish! They were only apple trees with great apples growing on them. The trees never once complained of burden. After harvest, the limbs popped back up ready for another growing season. The strain I felt was of my own making, and my sympathy wasn't needed and wouldn't have helped anyway.

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