[Suffering of Others]

Mr. Bunion: No, who sent me this cruel letter? "You old fool, assist the week, help the unfortunate, seek out and aid the suffering ones around you and you'll stop worrying and be happy. Don't be grumbling all the time. There are others worse off, ten times, than you are."
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Mr. Bunion: That's a cruel, cruel note to send me. Great Scott! Of what help can I be to anyone? I have nothing but this valise. My heart is in the right place but my! I can help no one! I'm a Jonah, a sick person would--
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Mr. Bunion: get sicker if I came near them. I shall try and get some happiness by assisting those in need, I might --
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Man: I am starving slowly but surely starving to death. I have not eaten a bite in weeks.
Mr. Bunion: What! Starving? Gracious! Man! That is awful! Oh! What can I do? I. I. I don't. Ah.
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Man: Oh, I have money. Millions of it. But I also have indigestion and dyspepsia, yes. I can buy all I want but I have no stomach, you see.
Mr. Bunion: Well, I can't give you a stomach. In fact, I can't give anything. I sincerely wish I could.
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Man #2: I have a splendid stomach but nothing to put in it. I am a very hungry man.
Mr. Bunion: Here's where I could be of help if I had a thing, huh! There's nothing here you can eat. I'm very, very sorry.
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Mr. Bunion: One of you can be assisted, the other can't. Won't you get together someway? I have nothing! That's a cinch. If I had you would be welcome to it. That is, I mean, something to eat, you understand.
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Mr. Bunion: I feel better, I really do, since I tried to assist those fellows but I think its because the fact that I'm not in their fix becomes evident. The sufferings of others remind us of our own good fortune and we feel thankful as well as sympathetic.