Insensitivity

Two little boys and their father got into the train. The children were weeping but the father did not do anything to stop them weeping louder and louder. The gentleman sitting next felt disturbed and asked the father to ask his sons to stop crying. But the father did not say a word. The gentleman was visibly angry. He asked the father why he did not stop his sons being such a nuisance to the fellow passengers. “Let them cry. That is good for them,” said the father. “How could you be so insensitive to the comfort of the fellow passengers?” Asked the gentle man. “We are returning from their mother's funeral” said the father. The gentle man felt ashamed of himself for being so insensitive to the pain and agony of the children who lost their mother. Many of us are like that gentleman. We are often insensitive to the agony of others.