Voice of Compassion

I heard a story about Fiorello LaGuardia who was mayor of New York City during the worst days of the Great Depression and all f World War II. He was adored by many New Yorkers who took to calling him ‘Little Flower’, because he was short and always wore carnation in his lapel.

He was a colorful character – he rode the New York City fire trucks, raided city speakeasies with the police department, took entire orphanages to baseball games, and when the New York newspapers went on strike, he got on the radio and read the Sunday funnies for the kids.

On Bitterly cold night of January 1935, the mayor turned up at a night court that served the poorest ward of city. LaGuardia dismissed the judge for the evening and took over the bench himself. Within few minutes, a tattered old woman was brought before him, charged with stealing a loaf of bread. She told LaGuardia that her daughter’s husband had deserted her, her daughter was sick and her two grandchildren were starving.

But the shopkeeper, from whom the bread was stolen, refused to drop the charges. “It’s a real bad neighborhood, your Honor,” the man told the mayor. ”She’s got to be punished to teach other people around here a lesson.”

LaGuardia sighed. He turned to the woman and said, “I’ve got to punish you. The law makes no exceptions. Ten dollars or ten days in jail.” But even as he pronounced sentence, the mayor was already reaching into his pocket. He extracted a bill and tossed it into his famous hat, saying, “Here is the ten dollar fine which I now remit; and furthermore I am going to fine everyone in this court room fifty cents for living in a town where a person has to steal bread so that her grandchildren can eat. Mr. Bailiff, collect the fines and give them to defendant.”

The following day, New York City newspapers reported that $47.50 was turned over to a bewildered woman who had stolen a loaf of bread to feed her starving grandchildren. Fifty cents of that amount was contributed by the grocery store owner himself, while some seventy petty criminals, people with traffic violations, and New York City policemen, each of whom had just paid fifty cents for the privilege of doing so, gave the mayor standing ovation.

Someone beautifully said, “Sympathy sees and says, ‘I’m sorry’. Compassion sees and says, ‘I’ll help.’” When we learn the difference, we can make the difference.