As time rolls on, make sure your lost love is never the music of compassion in your heart.   In youth, I had so much joy seeing the excited happy faces of my 7 sisters when I brought home pies from the Greek restaurant just down the block from where we lived in Brooklyn, New York.   The Greek always had a smile for me every friday night and 3 pies for only $3 each, knowing I was part of "That big family on the next corner."   Now, with my gray hair, I realize it was all like a wonderful dance of life back then when I had the dreams and passion of youth.   I found myself through the years thinking of finding "A greek pie" whenever I hoped to find a way of bringing happiness to someone.   The Greek restaurant owner was happy being compassionate to a poor family and I felt so happy seeing my sisters happy and they sure enjoyed the pies.   Indeed, this was a culture of life, a living of life that gives happiness even years later, and it was all possible because of a smiling, balding Greek man who wagged his finger telling me to remember the pies cost so much less because they're greek.   Fortunately, this was only one of so many lessons I had seen in my youth about something I came to understand is called compassion, and I came to fall in love with the loving that is all around all of us in this turbulent, troubled world.   My life's motto for many years has been: "Life is for living."   So embrace that sweet lilt of compassion in your heart when you bring joy to others and remember the greek pie.