Risk-dependent «I’m a priest. One of my former course mates in the seminary who didn’t continue the course for priesthood fell into the habit of gambling, and developed an addiction. He was a brilliant man. His wife had left him due to the debts he accumulated and also his own family didn’t want to have anything to do with him. His earnings were not enough to cover the bank interests. When he contacted me to ask my help, I listened to him lengthily. But his main worry was only to pay his debts, and did not want any counsel. I introduced him to a doctor friend and a lawyer: the addiction issue was evident. So I tried to find a centre that could treat this problem and also the lawyer committed his free services. Now he’s in an institute and recovering well. One day while I was praying for him, I realized that to be able to show true charity, we need to use our hearts, minds and strength.» (B. D. – Italy) The next-door neighbour «One of my neighbours was in trouble: we could see this in the way she dressed and her sad looks. When I invited her to the house one afternoon, she confided that they had used up all their savings for her husband’s illness and the pension was not enough to live on. My husband and I decided to offer them a part of our savings. She didn’t want to accept since she wouldn’t be able to pay us back. But we insisted, confiding that divine Providence would give us a hand if we ever needed it. Shortly after, our daughter started to work and needed a car to move around, but we didn’t have enough to buy one. When a relative of our neighbor discovered this, she gave us her car as a gift; she no longer used it and it was still in excellent condition. Her reason for this gesture was: “I found out what you did for my aunt and uncle. It’s the least I could do to thank you.”» (R. F. – France)       Red beet juice «Cristina, a widow for some years now, has never given up in the face of difficulties that arose after her husband’s death. In fact, she doubled her commitment to help others. Her colleague at work, also a widow, was not liked by the others because of her ways. One day, seeing her very pale face, Cristina asked her what was wrong. The colleague answered vaguely that she was not well and was taking a lot of medicine. So Cristina started to prepare a bottle of red beet juice for her every week. Surprised by all this caring, the colleague confided to Cristina: “I think that the force you have in going towards others is a gift from God, unlike me because I only lived on anger and pain after my husband’s death. This is the real disease I have.”» (C. K. – Hungary) Source: The day’s Gospel, New City, July 2016