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Compassion

I have a hard time with rich people.  And I have a fairly low threshold regarding who I consider to be rich people.  However, since I need to tutor kids whose parents can afford to pay me, I've been working with more people who I consider to be rich, or at least well-off.

I was worried about this- I've been working pretty exclusively with kids in poverty before this, and I thought the wealthier kids would be harder for me - more entitled, more spoiled, etc.  This is true in part, but not entirely.  I had a lesson in how rich kids aren't necessarily this way with a little girl I work with.

This girl, who's about 9 years old, goes to a very expensive, very prestigious private school.  She is chatty, and started asking me about the kids I used to teach.  She asked if I tutored any of the kids who I used to teach.  When I said no, she asked why.  I said, "Well, most of them don't have the money to pay for tutoring."  She said, "Can't their parents pay?"  I explained that actually their parents were pretty poor and couldn't afford it.

The little girl looked at me with huge eyes.  She started tearing up.  I think it was honestly the first time she has ever considered poor kids before, as a real possibility.  For the rest of the session, she kept asking me about the kids and how they could be helped.  This girl is extremely privileged and quite insulated.  But I think she might end up being OK, just from natural compassion.

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