Good Karma Music Stories

when I came to the farm , my friends were really tired and they ate food. they asked me if I could wash the dishes for them. I said yes so i did it. another story is when my mom asked me if I could come with her to do the Landry and i said yes. I could have said no but I wanted to do it anyway.

I was about to take a shower when I about 20 ants crawling around the bathtub. I looked around and I helped the ants out of the tub for days until the ants stopped coming to the bathroom.

one day I found a turtle near a gate,I took it to a pond and released it.

i help my mom do laundry every week.

On my birthday,I went to a Chinese super market and bought about 60 something Red eared turtles and freed it into a river.

This is not really a story about what I’ve done, but what I’ve been seeing my wife do. A neighbor down the block was diagnosed with ALS a few years ago. He’s got a wife and two young children and day-to-day life has become very challenging for all of them, especially his wife. My wife got arranged for a meeting for their friends, family and neighbors a couple years ago and everyone gathered in our living room for an evening to talk about what help was needed and who could offer what. Since then, my wife has devoted hours of her time to coordinating the needs of their family with the many many volunteers who come to cook, shop, shuttle the kids, and just spend time with whoever needs it. I’ve been amazed by everyone’s generosity. Quite often, my wife will send an email saying “They need someone to sit the kids for 3 hours for a doctor’s appointment” and she gets so many responses so quickly that she has to send another email saying “stop, the slot is filled!” and then more to the folks who didn’t grab the job first. Her effort, and that of the many friends and supporters of the family, is incredibly heartening.

From when I was little I was very passionate about saving bugs. I believed that they had lives and should not die at the hands or feet of the more powerful humans. They were helpless and unable to defend themselves so I made it my job. I would tell people not to hurt any bugs and would physicaly prevent that from happening. Sometimes I wasn’t fast enough and I was too late to save them. I would yell at their killers and call them murderers. Because of that I became unpopular and asocial. As I grew older I realized that those people did not understand why I became distressed whenever an innocent bug was killed. They needed to be educated, not insulted. They didn’t think it was wrong to take the lives away from “pests” they didn’t think they had a soul. In the past I was only compassionate about bugs and not at all thinking of the human’s feelings. Now I understand enough to forgive those people and handle my emotions better if that sort of things happen again.