Good Karma Music Stories

Hello!I have submitted a couple of the same story, because the download on my computer hasn’t been going through. Hopefully this time it goes through :)I am currently in my paternal village in India and have been finding acts of kindness everywhere I go. From the individuals who work my family’s farm to the stray puppies who come to our front door step. I know the process is to do an act of kindness, but I thought I would share one that has happened in the past rather than the one I did today. There was a man who lived in my father’s village long ago. He was closed to my grandfather and always would speak to my father after my grandfather died. He was a man of compassion and selfless love. He lived his entire life feeding the dogs and birds of this village. During the last years of his life he made a temple honoring the animals of this village that invisibly and silently provided so much for generations. To this day, this village has prayer each evening and supports the animals who come through this village. I thought I would share this because this is something that, too, is lost in our village and day and age. To take care of the things we perceive as small in nature.

Hello! I submitted this kindness story beforehand, but the link became expired, so am trying to resubmit. On a cold night in Ahmedabad on Christmas, we decided to brighten up the entire flat complex with flower rangoli (designs). In addition, we brought chai to the night watchman. It was a beautiful evening of bonding and beauty.

After Christmas night with some noble friends in beautiful Ahmedabad, India, we returned to our flat and found our watchman sitting downstairs. He was lying on the swinging chair wrapped in a blanket with a hat on. We thought it would be a nice idea to give him some snacks and warm chai tea for the breezy evening. We didn’t have any milk with us so we went two floors up to see if a friend was still awake. It was 12 AM and we didn’t think she would be! She was! She gave us the little milk she had left and we went on our way back to the 2nd floor. After the chai was done, we delivered the chai to him and he was very grateful. After, we made some rangoli ‘designs’ out of flower petals on the first floor of the flat. It was a beautiful heart shaped flower. The watchman watched us and made some nice comments on the design. It was a beautiful evening filed with gratitude, blessings, and noble friends 🙂

My wife and I decided to go to Pillar Point Harbor on Black Friday this year to buy some live Dungeness Crabs so we could release them back into the ocean. We bought 9 crabs and put them in 2 five gallon buckets (you can fit about 5 crabs in a bucket). The fisherman said that they can live out of the water for about an hour. Then we drove them to a calm beach on the opposite side of the harbor so we could release them back into the sea. We recited the mantra Om Mani Padme Hung and blew on the crabs as we were setting them free. At the end we said prayers to transfer the virtue of this deed to all sentient being. After we were done we were very happy that we helped to prolong their lives and we went for a walk along the beach and watched the sunset. It was a very nice feeling.

I work in my school library and saw a student looking through the stacks. I was moved by the book she was holding, it being one of my favorites and I led her to other books in a similar vein. A week or so later, I found her once again in the library and she was exctatic about the book.This may not be saving a life or anything like that but books are a huge part of my life and are extremely experiential. I gave this girl an entirely unique experience through something I am passionate about.

I will recite the Buddha’s name whenever I see an accident, dead animal corpse, a truck load of chicken/cows/goats on the way to the slaughter house , ambulance passing by, hoping that by doing so I can help them plant some good seeds 🙂

At Costco a guest Vegamitc vendor had free samples. People quickly gathered around to try, a mother and child in back late and maybe not going to get his. Giving him my spot, made my 6 year old self come to mind. As his eyes focused on the tray, waiting, I let him go. Mom smiled sincerely, and he got his cup of fresh fruit juice. Priceless? Well, it was free, meant more to him than me. I don’t compare to saving a life, but felt better in a way unexpected.