The following is a brief account of someone I've known, (I'll call him David). It's my hope that those who read this will be blessed:
David's the director of a battered women's shelter called "Safety House". This means the world to him because he came from a background of abuse. He often works long into the night, making sure every one has everything they need. If they're hungry, he'll fix something for them to eat. To comfort a weeping child that's afraid, he offers kind words and a cuddly teddy bear.
Those that come in are like family to him. He never forgets a face or a name. And when they leave, he makes sure they're safe, and he stays in touch...
When I talk to him about "Safety House", he smiles. He tells me that in giving---life brings joy. In comforting---life brings hope. And most of all, in caring for someone who's hurting---life returns a thousand-fold what he's given to them.