How many?

I don't have a lot of time.  I just wanted to jot down a thought or two. I was wondering how many times can a heart be broken and survive?  How many times can you lose faith in friends, family and even mankind before you say enough is enough?  I don't understand.  The Dalai Lama once said "Our prime purpose in life is to help others.  If you can't help them at least don't hurt them."  I'm as guilty as the next, when comes to being hurt my instinct is to  hurt back.  I know we are all like that.  Some have the courage and the self-control not too.  When I divorced years ago I never had the urge to do anything to hurt my ex-husband.  Not once.  He was a cheater, but he was a good man and still is. He never tried to hurt me either.  We both knew after 19 long years together it was time.  We said our good-byes and told each other we still loved each other and that was that.  My heart was broken.  The scar healed over and I went on.  When Bruce died, my heart was broken again.  The wound is still open and raw.  I'm sitting here today wondering how people can be so mean.  How people can call someone they don't know names and judge their lives.  These people aren't even calling me by my name.  They've called me Ms. Richet all morning and that's the nicest thing they've called me.  I have to say I am grateful to his family for sending him (Bruce) away.  If they had not, he might have grown up to be bitter, hateful and just plain mean like these two women.  All morning long, I've thought to myself, where is their humanity?  Their kindness? Their sense of fair play?  Why does money make people act like wolves?