| As a young child, I did not realize how fortunate I was to have a Buddhist mother. I simply assumed that all children grew up with the gifts of wisdom, sound solace and a tangible sense of calm. But after I flew the safe nest and breast of my mother, I learned that the rest of the world was not so quiet, not so reflective, and not very serene at all. I learned much too quickly that the world was often a bitter, ugly and angry place, and much too loud for my sensitive ears. But it was just that sensitivity that I learned from Buddhism that helped me through the pain and looming despair I would face. |
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