Chapter 93 help others out

When Gibran was young, he once visited a saint. The saint lived in a secluded grove beyond the mountain. When Gibran and the saint were discussing what virtue is, a bandit climbed up the mountain limping with difficulty. He went into the woods, knelt before the saint and said: Oh, saint, please forgive me of my sins, which are heavy. The sage replied: My sins are equally serious. The bandit said: But I am a thief. The saint said: I am also a thief. The bandit said again: But I am still a murderer, and the blood of so many people is still rolling in my ears. The sage replied: I am also a murderer, and the blood of so many people is also calling in my ears.

The bandit said: I have committed countless crimes. The saint replied: The crimes I have committed cannot be counted. The bandit stood up, staring at the saint with a strange expression.Then he left us, skipping and running down the hill. Gibran turned to ask the saint: Why do you add unwarranted crimes to yourself?Didn't you lose trust in you when you saw this person go? The sage said: Yes, he no longer trusts me.However, he was relieved when he left. Just then they heard the bandits singing in the distance, and the echoes filled the valley with joy. ★Life is delicious★ Sometimes, in dealing with people, what we need to do is to comfort others, not to flaunt ourselves.What does it matter if you endure some misunderstandings yourself in order to make others happy?