Unfortunately, she put her compassion to the same end. She had a story about how she took a young woman “my spaghetti and meatballs” (a sacred accomplishment, her own) and the woman, who was laid up with something like hip surgery, crocheted a white afghan for her in thanks. Over and over I heard that story, and my mother’s wonder that something she did mattered to someone that much.
Well, this is where I come from. It has been hard to get out from under it, but I was lucky to have tools - an education, therapy, spiritual practice, kind teachers along the way. Ama Samy once said to all of us, "You are alright." (So please put that issue to rest.) "Now get to work."