The Industrious and Hard-working

We worship a God who wanted the Israelites to not tie the mouths of the domestic animals that were used to crush grain - so that they may eat whatever they wanted while they worked - and for land-owners to not gather all the grain from their fields - so that the poor and needy could have something to gather and eat. This attitude of being nice to the less fortunate takes a slightly different benevolent streak in my Mum. She looks out for and staunchly supports the "less fortunate" amongst us who are industrious. I've seen her buy many homemade things from door-to-door sales folk, just taking pity on them. There've been exhausted women, aspiring MBA graduates, little boys begging for a sale and plenty others. Many have benefited from their plight tugging at my Mum's heartstrings. Frankly, this nature of Mum has filtered into me to a great extent - simple stuff like I can't stomach the fact that people have to travel like animals cooped into unreserved coaches in our trains while I travel comfortably in an air-conditioned coach (not all the time, of course, but still...). I simply can't bear that we all are not with equal disposable incomes and equal opportunities in life. Call it being kind, call it being impractical - whatever it is, it's something I've picked up from Mum, and I'm actually grateful to have such a heart-rooted sense of being. Thanks, Mum.