I remember a story I heard when I was a little girl, of how a man was travelling to a city, on his way robbers attacked him, stripped him naked and beat him up really hard, leaving him wounded and helpless on the street.
Several people passed him by and ignored him, they might have been scared of the police, afraid that he might have been a robber who was caught and beaten by villagers, or may be they just didn’t have the time to help the man and some might have thought, they had nothing to gain, he does not seem to have anything to thank them with after wards. Until a less likely man came along and helped… I have since read this story as a grown girl and I never failed to wonder if I would have helped had I been there.
It is natural for us to help, expecting something in return but it is when we love the hard to love, help those who cannot help in return and give those who cannot give back that love is expressed in its purest form.
For if ye love them which love you, what reward have ye?… And if ye salute your brethren only, what do ye more than others?… Matthew 5: 46-47