When I was living in a northern small town, I attended a small fellowship group. The leader of the group was good at caring for the needy. Members were spurred into action. I remember buying grocery with my spare cash, pooled together with contributions from others and delivering necessities to a blind person called Aunty Chan.
She was a dressmaker by profession. Her taxi driver husband died a few years back. She was childless. Her best friend's children whom she sacrificially helped to bring up refused to care for her. Sad to say, her so called best friend came back from two decades of working illegally in the United Kingdom and fought with her.
By the time we see that she was surviving on welfare payments and the kindness of neighbours and well wishers, we would expect her to die alone and uncared for. The truth turned out to be the opposite. Her next door neighbour was poor, but they cooked for her when she was ill. When she could no longer clean herself, another neighbour who is childless came to her aid. She actually was surrounded with these neighbours while she breathed her last.
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