Emma, a humble 50-year-old woman, spent decades working at a glass factory. The grueling, hazardous work on the assembly line took its toll, and she was overjoyed when she finally retired. With her retirement, Emma decided to fulfill a lifelong dream—to move to a peaceful village and live surrounded by nature. The savings she had carefully accumulated over 30 years were just enough to make this dream a reality. She quickly found the perfect place: a small house with a tidy, well-kept garden. As she toured the cozy property, Emma felt it was exactly what she needed. The village was …

Tony was a strikingly handsome child from the very start. At kindergarten performances, he was entrusted with reciting the most touching poems—mothers and grandmothers in the audience would always dab their eyes and coo in unison: — Oh, what a beautiful boy! Like an angel! And the way he read that poem—brought us to tears! But then Tony’s beautiful mother left for warmer lands, far beyond the horizon, like in a fairy tale. To live with a stranger. Tony’s father soon remarried a woman who already had a son, Andrew. Andrew wasn’t as handsome as Tony, but the boys got …

This is a story that could surely be retold with different characters and settings, yet it feels familiar to nearly everyone. It’s a story about compassion. The fairy-tale opening, “Once upon a time, there was a boy,” fits perfectly here. Because there was indeed a boy, though his life wasn’t exactly joyful. His parents cared for him, but they rarely read to him, never told him bedtime stories, and his mother never once sang him a lullaby. All he knew as a preschooler was the television. But the TV showed a different world. In reality, he lived without friends. Quiet …

Shouting across the basement, the housing office manager nearly strained his voice. — How long do I have to look for you? Stephen, stop slacking off. You need to clean up the yard at 15th Court. The leaves are piled so high people will soon be swimming in them. Grabbing a broom and shovel, the janitor trudged to the assigned address, muttering under his breath, cursing his boss. Stephen had been a janitor at this housing office for five years and had never once let his supervisors down. But lately, people noticed an odd sluggishness in him. It seemed like …

Mary was 45 years old. Some of her friends looked years younger. They took care of themselves: visited beauty salons, swam at the pool, hit the gym, and watched their diets. Appearance was their top priority. The same couldn’t be said for Mary. At 18, she married Nick. She didn’t feel deep love for him. Six months later, he proposed, and the young couple tied the knot. At first, Mary didn’t notice how different they were. Nick loved spending his free time partying with friends—never without alcohol—and found home life boring. Mary, however, was refined and educated, unable to sleep …