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I recently recalled an example of when my empathy went into overdrive when I was a kid. I saw a flyer for a fundraiser for a girl with severe disabilities to be able to go to a camp which she desperately wanted to go to. When I saw the flyer, the camp had already happened and my heart broke worrying that she didn’t go to camp. I cried for a day about it and eventually had my parents track down her family’s contact info to make sure she went to camp. I couldn’t handle the thought of her being sad.
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