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... or it to be doubled, it would mean that not only the recipient of goodwill would have something to gain, but the one giving would feel joy as well. But how could that be?


But that is the truth.


It wasn't painful at all to give kindness.


There might be some pressure in sharing it, but greater joy springs from it. The smile of the child in the slum who received it was more valuable than the bread someone bought him.


It was the same principle as to how joy sp ...

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