A young girl felt compassion for the May Fly. This poor soul of a creature, the fly that is, has travelled to the Lake Erie coast just to die. One had flown into a house, freaked out a group of girls, got swatted by one of the adolescent bug-beaters, and was wounded to the point of near death.
But one of the girls had compassion.
She was reminded that the bug was going to die in a few hours anyways, but it didn’t make a difference. Compassion, it appears, isn’t something you earn. It also isn’t something dished out when it’s strategically convenient.
Someone once said that we should only seek to save the souls of people in Haiti because we will never be able to see progress in the fight against poverty. Compassion is better than that.
Win or lose, live or die, compassion is worth it.