This story will strike some of you as the most absurd waste of a grown person's emotional life. For others, I imagine it will hit home. For me this is just a constant struggle, and it has been ever since I was a child. Today, it forced me to ask myself: At what point does compassion become crackpot?Here it is just as it happened -- no embroidery, no hemming and hawing.More... (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/judith-acosta/coping-with-suffering_b_908498.html)