There was a poor old woman living on the street. She came up to me and asked if she could have a comb. I had two combs in each of my hands. One was broken. The other comb worked but had sentimental value to me. I had to choose between these two combs to give to the old lady. I ended giving up the comb that had sentimental values but worked.
What went through my mind was that we must have the heart for the poor,and think of the poor feelings.We must not be so selfish, share the privileges you have with others! I could simply get another comb again.