Compassion for Fellow Human Beings

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When we look at health care, the side of compassion and the spirit of service, that is, the side that a person encounters when he first enters a healthcare unit, the question is: Is the aim of our work to provide care, concern, and service, or is it profit at the end of the day? It is a serious topic! Do we live to care, or do we exist to make money?

One can see the enormous benefits in the advances of medical technology. We have now come to a point where life and death are very much in the hands of healthcare specialists. And that has raised the whole question of ethics and values.

How do we deal with patients who have Aids, and how about euthanasia and genetic engineering? What is the value that we place on human life? We have been thrown into a situation where we have to look at values, and we will have to deal with that.

There is no doubt that we all have to earn for a living, but as human beings, we have to show compassion to our fellow human beings who are at this time unable to care for themselves. A compassionate heart can achieve miracles.


Extracted from 'Self Empowerment' by Bridget Menezes (Malaysian author)

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