Good Karma Music Stories

I have been giving small amount of money every month consistently over the last 10 years to help others (but feel shameful that although my income has been increased significantly, but the donation I made is not).I read somewhere that:”When we are happy and fortunate, always remember that there are others who are not so fortunate and need our helps.When we are sorrow and unfortunate, always remember that there are others who are even worst compare to us, so be content and not be greedy.”In whatever we do, try to think of other people perspective, and asking “what happen if I am that person…”. Take other person as if it’s yourself, and always try to benefits other people.and in whatever happens, don’t be angry or having hatred… My friend always told me that, and I am still learning.That said, I feels that I should contribute more, I should ask myself when I am about to make unnecessary spending that… “If that amount of money is better off giving to others?”

as far as i can remember i never really appreciated what my parents had done for me in the past. they always stood behind me, no matter what the issue would be, helped me in my helplessness, cared about me even if i didn’t care.i didn’t fully appreciated that the two always tried to be the best parents, to make me happy, to give me the feeling that they really love me, and that it was never their intention to harm me in any way. Sometimes my mother would ask me a little favour, like washing dishes or cleaning a room, or simply to close the door to the kitchen in the winter in order that it wouldn’t get cold inside. But i never really listened, never realized how little she demanded of me, with such little things. After all she and my father did such a tremendous job.As an act of kindness, from some day on, i really paid attention, listened to them more carefully, asked them more about how they they are or simply said “was a hard day at work hm”, and hugged them heartily.since then i tried more often to help them in normal day life, offered them my help, and more importantly for me, i got never again angry or mad at them if something went wrong or if i wasn’t satisfied with something, because now i know that all they did for me was with an act of love. they most important thing is to return this love and be kind, this is what i have learned now.i turned 20, and i am thankful to have learned this now.even if you will never read this, i really care about you and i am glad that we are all healthy and alive.thank you 🙂

I was feeling very weighed down with things to do on New Year’s. I spoke to a neighbor who came by and learned there had been a fire that morning at a home on the next block. Although I felt busy I went to check on the home, and found one of the tiny apartments in the single apartment unit on that street was completely destroyed. It was boarded up, with a pile of burned possessions on the patio. I spoke to the man who was going through the items and found he had just come home from several days work shift and found it that way. His hands were black with soot. The sky was threatening rain. I asked if I could help and offered cleaning supplies. I brought a bucket, plastic bags, warm and cold water, cookies and gloves. I called Red Cross and asked them to send someone. I checked on him again when it was dark and asked my housemate to pick up some dinner for him. We brought him hot coffee and food as he waited for his wife to show up. She was waiting to get a replacement to cover her shift at work, and he said he needed to go back to work the next day. I left them my phone number. It was a small amount of help but I didn’t want him to feel he was facing this alone. It meant less of my work at home got done but I felt more grateful for my home and dry clothes and that my boss would let me take time off if this happened to me.

My mother and I were coming out of the Walmart to my vehicle. I was placing groceries in the back while my mother got in the passenger seat. An elderly lady was standing behind my vehicle with a puzzled look of her face. She lifted her keyring and held it in the air then looked around. She did this several times and I came to realize she was looking for her vehicle. Two men walked beside her and told her they heard the horn from the other side of the parking lot at the other Walmart entrance and proceed to walk inside the store. The lady still looked confused so after I finished putting our groceries in the vehicle I told my mother to give me a a few minutes.I walked up to her and asked her if she was having a hard time finding her car and she said she couldn’t remember where she parked. I replied let’s see if we can find it and I asked if I could have her keyring. She handled it over to me and I walked in the direction of the other side of the parking lot. I didn’t walk far in order not to get too far from the sight of the owner of the vehicle. After about 2 minutes of pushing the button on the keyring, I saw the flashing lights of her SUV. I went to where she was and told her I found it. I showed her where it was and helped her with her shopping cart.The smile on her face was all that I needed to see in order to know she appreciated the help. She may remember the kindness that only took a few minutes to show for possibly a lifetime.

On Christmas eve there are four students surounded a dog just hit by a car. Bleeding from the dog’s mouth and curling on the middle of the street. When people tried to hold her to the road side, she barked and bit, still laying on the middle of the crowded street. When I saw this, I went to buy a glove then walked to the dog, deal a while with the dog’s defending then decided to took off my coad to cover the dog and hold her to the roadside.Took another one hour under frozen wind to settled the dog to a carton box and get into the subway station for no taxi and traffic jam on that eve. No doubt that my cold getting much worse since that night. A Buddhist working with four Christian girls to save a dog on Christmas eve.

I help the homeless in the park across the street by bringing food out to the park and by giving small gifts of cash when I can. I bring my dog out to meet them regularly. He loves people and when they see my big, gentle dog, all barriers go down…they want to touch him and pet him and he loves this as much as they do. It seems to make everyone very happy.

I live a few miles down the road from the Pacific Hermitage. A few days ago I invited the monks to my home for their daily meal. It was beautiful to see the three venerable monks walking down my driveway in the snow with the neighborhood dogs “welcoming” them. When Venerable Thitabho saw my fiddle he suggested that I might like your music and later provided the link to your blog and music. Wow! What a treat! So wonderful! And what a wonderful and kind way to share your music… by passing on the kindness.I offered the monks the meal and shared it quiet awareness. Before leaving they chanted a blessing, filling my home with their voices and kind energy.I feel so fortunate and blessed by their presence and their offerings to this community.Thank you for sharing your lovely music.With metta,Erica