When I moved to SF I swore I’d never become like the people who stepped over the homeless lying on the street as if they were refuse and not a shivering human being.
But choosing not to detach was a constant sore, draining both my strength and my love for the city.
So actually, I think you’re right and I misspoke: one individual’s compassion certainly has limits. But I’ll take a moment to defend my original stance by scrambling a bit and saying that the limit shouldn’t be reached by one either/or situation. Having sympathy for breast cancer patients shouldn’t mean you have none for testicular cancer patients, for example.
But it’s definitely best to focus your charitable works toward a single goal, I have noticed that proves most effective in the end.
So good point.