That is no $^%& compassion

For those of you who don't know me, surfing is an important part of my life.  And in the water, the Great White shark is the absolute symbolic apogee of the dangers of the water.  Besides that, it is a perfect and deadly hunter- one of the few that will eat a man.  Wait, let me put it more directly: GREAT WHITE SHARK.  I think we all know what that means. 

In this article however, a surfer, seeing a beached great white, risked his own life to save the shark. That is compassion on a level that touches something deep in me.  That shark will never thank him.  Yet somewhere in the mass of primal instincts that were no doubt telling him to leave the shark and get far away, was another, more compelling, impulse to save a dying being.  It reminds me of David's story of the Buddha as elephant and lion saving the cargo of beached men from the serpent at their own peril. 

I don't think more words are going to illustrate my response any better than just asking you to read for yourself.


http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/nsw-act/a-shark-rescue-with-real-bite/story-e6freuzi-1225901320907