Extracted from the book "AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY OR The story of my experiments with truth", Chapter 60, written by the indian pacifist and spiritual leader M. K. Gandhi:

My profession progressed satisfactorily, but that was far from satisfying me. The Question of further simplifying my life and of doing some concrete act of service to my fellowmen had been constantly agitating me, when a leper came to my door. I had not the heart to dismiss him with a meal. So I offered him shelter, dressed his wounds, and began to look after him. But I could not go on like that indefinately. I could not afford, I lacked the will to keep him always with me. So I sent him to the Government Hospital for indentured labourers.

Isn't it really inspiring?