Good Karma Music Stories

i am a buddhist, i believe budda, i have adepressive disease,last year, my disease was breakout at the highest point, i pray to the budda, after 3 months, my disease disappeared, my life attitude changed, i appreciated the budda’s power. it gives me the peaceful feeling.

I found a wallet with money and cards(ID & credit) in the restroom at Barnes & Noble. I took it to the information desk and they contacted the owner.

The phone rang – it was my sister. “Can you come over? we found kittens …” I rushed to her home, all the way thinking about the humid 95+ degree heat we had been enduring, sending positive thoughts that the kittens would be okay. Well, other than being very hungry and missing their mom they were healthy babies about two weeks old. They had been trapped outside behind an icemaker and were howling through the ventilation grate for their mom (everyone looked for several days, but the wooded area near the river is full of dangers for small animals – eagles, osprey, hawks, fox. I saw several cats at the time that had been hit by cars.)After several calls to local shelters (no one would take babies too young to feed themselves and eliminate by themselves, unless it was to put them down) my sister and I settled in to raise the babies. Four in total meant four bottles of cat replacement milk and four hungry mouths. It was so beautiful to sit there together feeding the kittens,talking about the situation (and trying to figure everything out!). She would ask WHY? and I would say to the kittens THANKS FOR GIVING ME/US THE CHANCE TO CARE FOR YOU. When several people told her to take the cats to the shelter anyway and tell the kids they went to good homes she couldn’t believe it. HOW COULD SOMEONE POSSIBLY THINK THIS IS THE RIGHT THING TO DO? THEY NEED US FOR EVERYTHING, I CAN’T DO THAT. I told her I figured those types of people concentrated on self and ego and if an unexpected opportunity arose they couldn’t allow themselves the flexibility to be of service. Her compassion in the way she responded to the situation was beautiful! After the first few days, everyone settled into a routine of caregiving and excitedly observing “kitty milestones.” I don’t know if this has inspired anyone else, yet I feel that simply the act of observation goes a long way, as does being surrounded by healing, caring energy. Maybe this helped/healed somebody in another way that we’ll never know about. I just feel so grateful to have been able to serve in this way – I feel small, just one person, you know? But it really IS TRUE that you can make a difference. We hear it all the time, and “understand” it intellectually, but in truth, in my heart, I never believed it applied to me (not that I would have ever TOLD anyone that :). Given the situation they were in, nothing could have made a bigger difference to those kitties.

…changed my life.It was a couple of days before Christmas and I was shopping at the Vancouver Costco. I couldn’t help but notice how “un-Christmas” the atmosphere was…parents yelling at their kids to hurry up and don’t touch this or that…or worse, some kids were just being ignored and crying for attention. Civilized adults being rude to each other…and I remember thinking how pitiful it all was. I was in the store looking for a Wii – somebody told me they might be available there. I asked a clerk who very nicely told me I was out of luck – see I only had a vague idea of what a Wii is and no idea of how popular they were – making them scarce. Another Costco “customer” heard me ask and after the cleck left he approached me and offered to sell me one – for $500. After talking to this “gentleman” – it turns out he somehow managed to buy 10 or so units (not sure if they were from Costco or not) and was just hanging out at Costco to find people looking for these games so he could sell them one. He actually said things like “you’d better do this because I am your only hope” and “your kids will hate you if they don’t have a Wii on Christmas morning.” I suddenly felt really sad because I know for some people he was telling the truth.On my way out I decided to get a Costco hotdog special. That’s when I got the Christmas Spirit again. I was just looking around at all the people hustling, bustling, ignoring, yelling, pushing, shoving and then I saw her and her little boy. At first, I didn’t take it all in – all I noticed was this woman’s happy smile. And then I noticed her son was handicapped. He couldn’t sit up by himself very well. He couldn’t eat by himself and when he had food in his mouth, it would come back out. But at first glance you wouldn’t know it. This Mom was using one hand to hold him up. She was breaking his food into small bits and feeding it to him and wiping his mouth every few seconds. She did this while she was eating her own lunch, whispering conversation to him and gently kissing his head now and then – and smiling both full of happiness and pride the whole time. I found that amazing especially in contrast with what was surrounding them. They were most definitely in their own peaceful and loving world. I watched them for a few minutes and reluctantly went on my way. Her love and peace had touched me, but I knew if I stayed longer and watched, they may have spotted me watching them and it could have made them uncomfortable or somehow taken away from their time there.Now it’s just over 2 months later and this is still on my mind – as it is everyday. I am more thankful for my kids and I am more at peace and more accepting of things when they don’t work out the way I want. I try hard to be more gentle and kind towards others. I want to smile the way I saw this woman smile. I want that peace and contentment. I want to be able to love unconditionally. I have heard that before – but it doesn’t really have meaning until you see it.It’s a 100 million to one chance that the person who I am talking about sees this, but I need to say thank you. I want you to know that you made a difference in my life.Thank you.

Yesterday, June 30, 2008, a friend of mine brought back boxes full all kind of vegetable picked from her family Fresno farm to me. I thought, there is no way I could finish them in one week. If I offer some to my neighbor, they may get defend, for they are still able to buy them on their own. Without a doubt, I only save a few enough for myself and bringht the rests of them to a temple near my work. I feel relieve after I do so because I don’t want the vegetable get rodent. By offering them to the temple, I think all other nunes (I saw 4 nunes wearing the maroon robe) and other people will enjoy them. Amnitaba.

Genya is my mother’s neighbor. She will have her 100th birthday next month.My mother and I wish her have a happy birthday ,so we decided to make a gift for her. Now the gift is made up. It is a lovely bird with green pine needles and Violet flowers around. Genya will be very happy to get the hand made gift on her birthday.

On September 12th, 2005 I found my voice. It lain dormant within me for fifteen years, then began simmering slowly, and finally came to an exhilarating boil. The words coming out of the anchorwoman’s mouth lifted my soul, so that from the inside I was peeled out of the moment, “…Hurricane Katrina…” My mind was penetrated by every pixel of the screen with a stinging intensity; my body escaped from homeostasis and I no longer felt comfortable just sitting on my couch complacently and passively watching. For an entire month I had observed the catastrophic affects of Hurricane Katrina on the people of Louisiana, and in that compelling moment, I decided that it was time—time for me to do something. The full moon caught my eye and reminded me that the Autumn Moon Festival was being held over the weekend in the lively streets of Chinatown in San Francisco. A great conglomeration of people would be there celebrating, a perfect chance for me to fundraise for the victims of Hurricane Katrina. My mind was set—tomorrow morning I was going to take public transportation alone for the first time to Chinatown. Accompanied by both fear and excitement, I walked briskly off the train in my white suit with an empty box and a heart full of conviction. Naively taking the wrong connecting Muni bus, I ended up on the extensive Embarcadero—about a mile from Chinatown and the Autumn Moon Festival. Worry and apprehension nipped at my mind, but with some general sense of direction and a bit of luck, I found Grant Street and followed it all the way up to bustling Chinatown. Standing in the center of the vast street peppered with a variety of booths promoting their businesses, I called out to the people passing by and asked that they contribute to my big empty box, fulfilling their social responsibility by providing crucial aid to the people of Louisiana. I found myself shouting futilely over Sing Tao Radio’s boisterous announcements. After an hour of fruitless labor, I decided that I needed to change my strategy. I walked into Sing Tao Radio’s tent. After passionately explaining that I was fundraising for the victims of Hurricane Katrina, I was handed the instrument of power I needed—the microphone. The next instant, my sonorous voice boomed and the entire street quieted down, staring at my neglected empty box and me. In Mandarin, I explained that conditions in Louisiana were desperate—that the people of Louisiana really needed our help. I asked the newly formed crowd to reach into the depths of their hearts, their consciences, and their pockets to make a donation. At once, the convinced crowd surged toward me, and the barren box I had was impregnated with money. With such an outstanding response, I knew I was on the right path, but I was not nearly close to finished: this was merely the zygote. I negotiated with the DJ from Sing Tao Radio to borrow their microphone every fifteen minutes to make a similar announcement to the passing crowd. Each announcement drew a cascade of people, and after a few hours, my empty box embraced approximately $7,500. Near the end of my series of brief speeches, a reporter for Sing Tao Newspaper approached me and took pictures of me while I was speaking. He informed me that a CEO of an accounting company had heard my resonating speech and felt inspired to donate $5,000 to the victims of Hurricane Katrina and wanted me to personally receive the check. The reporter asked me if I was willing to accept. I was in awe. My voice had been acknowledged, and my efforts had succeeded, influencing a raw, selfless, virtuous cycle of giving. A tingling sensation ran up my spine and a huge smile shined across my face as I accepted the miraculous offer. On the train ride home, I gazed through my window at the beautiful harvest moon that for centuries had guided people who had been disoriented in the dark. Thoughts raced through my mind and finally the events of the day became tangible. I had done it! I had raised $12,500 for the victims of Hurricane Katrina, and it was all because I had chosen to speak my mind. I fanned the spark of possibility and it blazed, transforming into a flame of reality. An extraordinary swelling filled my chest, and I knew that I had found my voice and it would prevail with me for the adventures to come.