One day the Elder sat outside my house. A woman came and for some time discussed things with him. The elder praised someone she knew. Then the woman said to him:
"Why, Father, do you praise her so?"
"My mother, what has she done? She woke up with the dead (that is, she would spend the night in the homes where someone was dead) she helped orphan, she built bridges, and distributed alms."
"Father, I never heard good things about her."
"You heard the bad things that were distorted about her, but your own matters you are unaware of?"
"When you weigh half an oca as a whole and steal from the scale, are you not aware of it? You work for the devil. You hold others account but you do not weigh your own?"
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