My neighbors’ farming is my farming.


There was a farmer who always won the first prize whenever an agriculture exposition was held. He always handed out his best seeds to his neighboring farmers. When people asked him for the reason, he said with a smile,

“When wind blows, seeds and pollen are dispersed all over by the wind. If my neighboring farmers grow crops of poor quality, the pollen from the crops will be blown onto my fields and it will lower the quality of my crops.

So, my neighbors’ farming is my farming.

How many times did I give my best things to my brothers and sisters according to the teachings of Mother? When I look back on my previous life, I felt ashamed of myself. But from now on, I will try my best to give the better to my loving brothers and sisters as Mother said.

“As Abraham was blessed with the better when he gave in for his nephew Lot, so we are blessed more greatly when we give in for our brothers and sisters.”

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