A Different Love Trumps Hate
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It’s the same story the crow told me It’s the only one he knows Like the morning sun you come And like the wind you go Ain’t no time to hate Barely time to wait”
I have said the following to other people and also myself at times:
“Be the better person,” “Give a gift to someone who hates you.” “Write a letter to a family member you have not spoken to…at least once a year”
This is not my invention. It has been advised to me in one form or another and I pass it on to you.
Story: Not so long ago there was a monk who did not like me (It happens in the monastic world too). He has not spoken to me since June 2015 because I did not want to listen to him about how someone could put drugs inside my luggage while in transit to Hawaii. He started several times and I cut him short several times. That was what happened, and we have not spoken since.
However, last month or so, during our uposatha or sabbath day, I heard that he was having problems with varicose veins, which was something that affected me two years prior. I went through the whole process and I am quite knowledgeable in it. Because he was in pain, he listened to my advisement. I couldn’t help myself and just stand there and stay silent even though I knew he did not want to speak to me… We spoke for some time and later, I came to him and offered him all of the medicine and oils I had and a leg stocking which helps the condition. Although I may have needed it later, I gave it all to him with a wish. “May this help you and may I also never need this medicine too.” I told him what can be done (not much can be done), warned him about surgery options and what the doctors will say. All of that was confirmed by the doctors he saw later that night. Now we speak to each-other.
Cover photo is cc0 @ https://static.pexels.com/photos/13918/pexels-photo-13918.webp *slightly modified translation:
*I have still have not listened to these guys since 2001, but it was tempting. Lyrics pasted from the internet.
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