WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE?

    There was a poor old man who lay sick in his bare and dilapidated shanty. There came a doctor who gave the sick man several tests and then knowingly declared that he was suffering from lack of food and exposure to all kinds of weather.

  Then came a learned professor who discoursed to the sick man on the nature of nutrition. He described how the constant waste of the tissues of the body required a constant new supply of food.

   Then came a man with a tender-  heart who was so affected by the mere sight of the suffering old gentleman that he shuddered and wept as he learned the story of his poverty and sickness. He had to leave with his handkerchief to his streaming eyes, and could not enjoy his evening meal or his comfortable fire, thinking of the creature who had neither food nor fire.

  Following him came a man who was filled with anger and indignation at the pitiable sight, who declared loudly that this was a blot on our civilization, and that there, should be a law of some sort.

At least came a man who made no profession of wisdom, who did not weep nor shout, a man who was poor in this world’s goods but rich in charity He hurried home and brought half of the one loaf of broad he owned. He rolled up his sleeves and with some rough boards patched the roof and walls. He watched beside and waited upon the sick man every moment he could spare.

               What would you have done?