Jungle

When I come into contact with people and with human need, I often get the feeling that I’m in the jungle. 

I watch the way people are being crushed, sometimes in

the friendliest possible way, simply flattened by a

human steamroller.

Modern barbarians are often neatly-dressed gentlemen

Sitting behind shining desk. They push buttons and

sign letters. They never dirty their hands. 

Their weapons are locked up in the safe. In the world of business and the world of finance there are merciless

gangsters who make it their business to strangle the

small and the weak.

 In the world of the sick, of the old, of the disabled, 

In the world of people who once made mistakes, 

In the world of people who are totally dependent on others, there is a sort of monstrous exploitation. Weak people and people in distress are extra-vulnerable. 

This is why greed and

Love of money are even more horrible where these

People are concerned. Isn’t it inhuman to grow rich on

the back of someone else’s need? 

When I work among helpless people, love-not money-must come first.

If my profession is to care for the sick, the old, the

disabled or the suffering, I must above all, understand

and love them. 

Here, it is much more important to

serve than to earn, anyone whose only interest is to

make money out of need is guilty of one of the lowest

forms of exploitation.