Just read a lovely little story — about some kids in an African tribe.
An anthropologist proposed to them a game … Placing a basket full of fruit near a tree, he told the kids, “Who ever gets there first, wins the juicy prize.”
He asked them why they had run like that when one could have won all the fruit for oneself. They replied, “UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the others are sad?”
UBUNTU in the Xhosa culture means: “I am because we are.”