When I was five I got stung by a bee. I was sitting in my open doorway and watched as a bee was wandering around beside me. He was walking around and pausing for a moment here and there. In my little five year old mind, I thought that he was hurt. I thought that he couldn't fly unless he had help giving him a liftoff. Did I mention I was five?
So in my naive attempt to help this poor bee out, I lifted him into my hands and prepared to hoist him into the air. "Fly little bee," I thought before the inevitable happened. I was stung on the thumb. I remember being so hurt, not only physically but emotionally. I was trying to help him out and he hurt me.
Isn't that the way it sometimes goes in life? We try to help someone and we end up getting hurt. Sometimes that hurt causes us to shut ourselves off from others in the future. It even makes us wary of helping others. We should strive to help people anyway (unless it's a bee...don't pick up bees).
If we allow our hurt to get in the way of helping other people, and cause us to be cynical and mistrusting then it not only serves to hurt us but hurt the people we could potentially help in the future. Don't linger in the pain of that hurt. Dust it off, pick yourself up and move right along to help someone else. Don't allow those hurts to change you and keep you from doing good.