"Compassion is sometimes the fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside somebody else's skin. It is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too." Frederick Buechner
I've been having conversations with a lot of people that are normally very compassionate people. Until compassion looks like something they're not comfortable or familiar with. Then they become....mean, shrill, obstinate. Their compassion only reaches to the poor and needy, not to those in their every day walking around life.
Why aren't we compassionate to those we interact with everyday?