I have a very sad tale about my youth. There used to be a very ancient man who stood in the entrance of the local Drug Store in our, very Christian, small town, who kept complaining to all and everyone that, "Did your stomach ever just burn?" My Mother thought he was just hilarious, until she told me about it. I, being the only one with any Buddhist background in the town, asked her why no one would actually go into the Drug Store and get him something for what evidently was an ulcer---which finally destroyed him? I never had the chance to do so before he died, but I was aghast that no one took any Compassion on the old man who stood in the doorway of the very place that could have helped him. We all must be alert to such situations, and rather than laugh, give all the Compassion and help possible!