The act of help

Empathy, what can I say about that more that I seem to feel it more that many people I know? Maybe my life story, the way I experienced it made me realize I don't want anyone to get in the same situation. Maybe this is what triggered the empathy in me. I wrote the other day that I am expert in taking other people's weight and putting them on my shoulders. I must say I struggle on solving them, they make me suffer, but I keep on doing it. Wondering for the why would I put myself in this kind of situation got me to a conclusion. Maybe the pleasure I receive on seeing the other people relieved when passing their weight to me makes me strong enough to survive the pain that they bring to me. Maybe I feel that I am more prepare to handle them considering all my passed struggles and the fact that I survived. My empathy brings me pleasure even if I don't realize it sometimes. It is not easy to survive alone, we are community animals. We need to help one another and the act of helping shall keep us strong enough not to fall, to keep on walking. I cannot understand people in general, but nevertheless I keep on trying to bring moments of happiness in their lives even if I don't receive anything visible in exchange. Just the fact that I am helping makes me feel better about myself and keeps me going forward.