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Just briefly and just speaking for myself:
I was a pretty self centered as a kid. I wasn't that good at thinking of anyones else's problems except my own. The few times I felt that a bit of compassion was deserving it seemed that everyone around me thought I was being silly. Especially my parents. Then around age 7 this discordance became more noticable. It all started with the lady that lived next door, Betty. It was 1977 and in our country town there was a very strong mainstream Anglo way of life. There wasn't much diversity... and all the women shaved their arm-pits... except the lady next door. Well that made her the brunt of all scorn and jokesAs a child I could see how cruel this was. The shame I felt as my mother and her best friend (a woman that lived on the other side of Betty) gleefully cut out deodorant ads from the catalogues and hand posted them into Betty's letter box made me feel ill. From that point on I kinda became sensitized to my mother's meanness and lack of compassion... like you do if you have an allergy. After a while it seemed that the only thing my mother ever said about anybody was words of criticism and contempt. Eventually I started to stick up for people. It annoyed the hell out of her! It still does.
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As a child I could see how cruel this was. The shame I felt as my mother and her best friend (a woman that lived on the other side of Betty) gleefully cut out deodorant ads from the catalogues and hand posted them into Betty's letter box made me feel ill. From that point on I kinda became sensitized to my mother's meanness and lack of compassion... like you do if you have an allergy. After a while it seemed that the only thing my mother ever said about anybody was words of criticism and contempt. Eventually I started to stick up for people. It annoyed the hell out of her! It still does.
Having children really enhanced my sense of compassion too. After the trauma of giving birth it dawned on me that EVERYONE has been a small vulnerable baby at one stage of their lives... even the "bad" people started off helpless.... and over time they have become damaged people. Other "bad" people have a brain chemistry that makes them come to very wrong conclusions and some people were raised so poorly that history is bound to repeat itself when they have children unless they are conscious not to. Everyone has a story. The more I learn about child development the more I realise how things can go terribly wrong. It's amazing that so many get through life given what they have had to endure. It's like my signature quote says: "everyone is fighting some kind of battle". When you walk through the shopping centre and encounter rude and oblivious people it might seem that they fully intended to behave that way but I bet that mostly they don't. The lady that frowned at your baby crying might be suffering from dementia... the checkout chick who ignored your pleasant greeting might be distracted worrying about how she can escape an abusive relationship.
And you'll probably find that if you establish a reputation for being compassionate then you too will be on the recieiving end of "the benefit of the doubt" and compassion when the roles are reversed. Some people will always be prone to criticise the deeply compassionate, labelling them bleeding hearts etc... but in my expereince that's more a poor reflection on their state of affairs than yours... and I actually feel sorry for them too.
it starts with a bit of awareness... it will grow

), until I realised that it was taking up a lot of energy & effort to stay angry, I really had to work at holding onto it & it only made me feel like crap. As soon as I let go & started to accept that she is not perfect & she probably had regrets over that particular incident, I felt like a huge weight had been lifted. It was a great lesson for me; I was never really one to stay mad but this particular thing was so bad I didn't think I would ever get over it - but I did.
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