Good Karma Music Stories

After an inspired weekend with some kindred spirit, I stepped into the airport shuttle. The shuttle driver offered me two seat options: the shot-gun seat or the seat way in the back of the van. I said, “You know what, I’m going to take the back seat. That way the next person could enjoy the front seat.” Instantly, he did a double take and smiled. As I got in, he public a public announcement to the four others already in the van: “This man took the back seat just so someone else could have the front. What a nice guy!” Then, he looked at me and said, “Welcome aboard, Sir.” It turns out that John, our driver, has been a native to Santa Fe. His ancestor, dating back to 1800s, were all based in the Native American communities locally. “Yeah, I could tell you anything about Santa Fe,” he joked as we drove to rural landscape and talked about Frito Pies. 🙂 A happy spirit, John served all of us with a full heart and joy.As I got out, I looked in my wallet for John’s tip. I saw that I had twenty dollar bill, so I just turned to him, put his hand on his shoulder and said, “Hey buddy, can I ask you a favor? I’ve got a twenty here. Can I give this to you, and ask you to pay it forward, do something nice for someone else? I just came from an inspired meeting, and I want to dedicate this to them.” As I stuffed the $20 in his fist, he looked at me and said, “Thank you, Sir. Thank you so much.” And he repeated that three times almost. Despite being the “nice guy” who took the back seat, he was surprised at my little act and smiled radiantly as we parted.

Today I spent a very happy time cleaning a Buddhist women’s vihara.

Today while driving through Eugene, Oregon with an Airstream in tow, I had a moment with a bus driver that could have ended up terribly. I looked in her eyes and couldn’t help but smile at her in hopes she would receive it….she did! What could have been a possible traffic frustration turned into a moment where two people connected.

Sam, a visitor from US have party in Veganhut where 5 five people attend.

For many years my husband and I enjoyed Friday night suppers out with my widowed father-in-law and his companion. Dad’s companion was a widow that he met at church, who remained a faithful friend while his health and memory deteriorated until his eventual passing two years ago. In gratitude for her many kindnesses and in honor of my father-in-law’s memory, my husband and I continue to treat her to Friday night suppers to this day.

My cousin was diagnosed with stage IV cancer in 2007. Since then I have been in their home helping to raise her two young children. It has been long, and living without income is not always easy. Every so often someone will tell me that I should move on, get a job, make money so that I can be happy… But I am happy. I’ve learned much about impermanence and compassion and I can only hope to pass it on to the children as they continue to grow.

Today, after going on a field trip and visiting the monastery and listening to what Rev. Heng Sure had to say about your parents, the day continued, and i was faced with a decision that made me choose between wasting my parent’s effort and going with a friend, or passing the opportunity and going home with my mom. I felt very torn, but she said it was fine to go and my friend said he would love to have me, so i went with him. we had a nice time but when i went home a felt very badly about my decision, so i told her why and thanked her for everything she has done and does for me every day. after this, she told me she understood and it was no problem. i felt better after this and told myself i would always think more about this kind of situation before my decision.