Good Karma Music Stories

Dear Master Heng Sure,I enjoyed your use of the song Amazing Grace in your melody to In Praise of The Buddha. The Amazing Grace touches my soul every time I listen to it. And I understand the melody came from African natives who sailed across the ocean to serve as slaves in America back in history, and the melody can be played using just 5 black notes. I can feel their anguish coming to an unknown land and yet, uncontrollable of their destinies. I love the melody, and I love the song whatever lyrics that may fill it. May the people of the world be blessed, and may freedom ring…Yours Sincerely,Frank Feng

Wake up early to take a cab to attend a charity marathon. Reached the front of the queue and manage to get into the cab alone. Seeing that there is another 3 person behind me waiting to go to the same destination, I just let them hitch a ride 🙂 Nothing really any great act of kindess I suppose.

I made it a point to only buy those packet tissues from the less fortunate on the streets I saw rather than buying from regular stores. Recently, I started a small fundraising project on my own hoping to raise fund to help the Villagers in Northern Thailand. (mettadoor@multiply.com) Thanks Ven Heng Sure for the link and i like this ‘Act of kindness’ page:)

I live near a shop selling aquarians fishes.The shop also sell live crickets . Owner of pet birds buy these cricket as food for their birds.I would regularly buy these crickets and let free in some bushes near a pond. It’s feel greateverytime.

Being an agent in the sales industry, we have to meet the sales quota directed by the company.One of my colleagues was pessismistic about reaching the target.I urged him not to give up and to believe in his potential to succeed. This advice motivated him to accomplish his goal.

I went 3 days to a punk music festival last holidays. At the beginning of the 2nd day, one of my friends broke his glasses. But with it, he couldn’t see anything…So I gave him mine until he had bought a new pair.

On Friday morning, on my way over to my part-time job, the sunflower plants at the farmers market were 5 euro for 2, or 6 euro for 3. So I just got 3, even though I only have space for one at home and another one at the office. I’d find a destination for number 3 somehow. On Friday night, I left the 3rd one on my office desk for the weekend, asking my co-worker S. who would be in to water it every once in a while. When I came in on a very gloomy Monday morning, after a weekend of torrential rains, there it was, in all its sunflower glory, speaking of (rather: beaming with!) all the care my gentle co-worker had given it while we were out enjoying our weekends. Monday morning also marked the return to the office of our recently divorced colleague H., after her vacation. Earlier this summer she had signed the paperwork for are a small but really cute house for herself and her two children, and she was so ready to leave their tiny rental apartment and a very painful time of their lives behind. Before her vacation she had briefly mentioned that there might be a problem with the sale. A sad story, which she had to confirm on that gloomy Monday morning: the seller had declared bankruptcy, the banks might put the house up for public sale, she might not be able to afford it any more, and perhaps worst of all was the uncertainty: she wouldn’t know for sure what was going to happen until two months down the road, and in the meantime she was bound by any papers she had signed, couldn’t really start house-hunting for other places. We all tried to offer her our warmest wishes, but there was so little we could actually do. When she was out for lunch, I knew that the sunflower had found a new caregiver. I left it on her desk, and was showered with thank-you notes from her on my cell phone that afternoon.