Good Karma Music Stories

I was helping a monk yesterday, he has less than perfect lungs, and has developed a cough. My training allows me to help out , and try to keep him well. Whilst we talked he told me about Drarma Radio , and played me the music, one song was written by our Abbot. The monastery is such a source of help for me, and helping others there seems to be so natural , I almost can’t tell if I’m helping them or they me. Generosity touches my heart , and so it opens up. We all benefit.

I have a 12 1/2 year old Lab who is an amputee because of cancer. (She had her leg amputated 2 years ago)She started throwing up over the weekend. Test confirmed she has a recurring bladder infection. The Vet put her on an antibiotic, which upset her stomach.Thursday she was not feeling well at all. I needed to get food in her system so she could take her medications. She would not eat the small portions I put in her bowl, which mean she is really sick because she never refused food!In the evening, I sat with her off and on and fed her by hand. She took little bits here and there.The next morning she was bright and chipper and begging to eat.

When my daughters went off to college I was struck by how unprepared I was to be alone. This loneliness, while selfish, caused me to run away. I ran far. All the way to India where I met a man who was taking care of his family, and another 11 other children along with his extended family. I gave him the last of my savings to start a school because it felt good to be able to help some one. I realized that someone in this world still needed me. But was most profound was that I realized that my daughters leaving home did not mean that they did not need me still. It was a long journey; half way around the world, that reminded me that we are all needed here to love and care for each other.

I submit the story last time, I haven’t receive your songs. I would love to play those songs to my patients in my clinic. So would you email me the songs in paramita?Thanks very much.

I found a purse in a shopping cart at a local grocery store. It took a while to find anything with her phone number on it because there were at least a dozen credit cards, cash, driver’s license, etc. there. Finally, I found a business card and called the lady – from her expensive cell phone. She hadn’t realized she had left it yet and was thrilled to hear from me. We met halfway between our homes and when she took the purse from me she gave me an autographed signed copy of a inspirational book that she had written. Besides the type of book being right on for me as I love inspirational/motivational books, the inscription spelled my name correctly -I spell it in a way that almost no one else does. I thought that was as remarkable as anything in the whole situation.

I’ve looked into Buddhism quite a few times before, but it never seemed right for me. I was afraid to be seen as some granola-crunching, New Age poseur hippie or something, so I would briefly surf some websites, and be done with it. But at this current time, I am kind of at a cross-roads in my life, and unemployed, and i decided that i have plenty of time to right my wrongs, & try to become a better person. I have borderline personality disorder, & i was amazed to read that facets of the Buddhist mindfulness training were appropriated for Dialectic Behavioral Therapy, a treatment for this disorder. So–in order to improve myself, and help out other people, i have been-exercising, so i remain as attractive as ever to my boyfriend, as well as for other reasons-cooking dinner for my family (with actual steps, and recipes and such, which is brand new to me because my dinner always comes out of a box!) -volunteering at the book store at my local library, twice a week -and just over all attempting to control my anger, & make right by everybody that i’ve inadvertently been rude to for such a long time, like my family, & friends, too. All that isn’t really a story, though, just blabber, so I apologize if it doesn’t meet the criteria, and to everybody who is reading this who expects a grand old yarn!

All I did was run to catch a shopping cart that was blown by the wind just enough to catch a downslope and head toward parked cars in the parking lot. It doesn’t seem like much, but I know that it can be annoying to come out of a store and see a new scratch or dent on a brand new car. It must have been enough, because one of the other patrons thanked me for my action, even though (I know this for a fact because she had parked next to me, nowhere near the carts) it wasn’t her car that was going to be hit. It felt good to do something helpful, just because it needed to be done. And perhaps someone will have come out of the store, to a car that would have been hit by a cart, but wasn’t, and did not have a good mood marred by an unexpected occurrence.