My Childhood in Taiwan…..Revisiting..
This was me in Taipei, Taiwan….
In December 2008 I went to Taiwan to do a ritual for a special family and visited the old street and apartment I lived in until 1972. I went with Irene, Sengpiow, Fatmonk and Paul to Taiwan. They came to assist me. There was a lady there by the name of Ms Kuan who was my mother’s schoolmate in Taiwan and her sister was going for a serious heart operation, so I needed to do some pujas. We did the pujas in the hotel room with the Kuan family and of course the ill sister. I did the puja today and she was checking into the hospitatl tomorrow. Divination said that her operation would be a success. I very much wanted to go to Taiwan to do this puja in person as I owe the Kuan family my sincere gratitude. Let me explain….
My mother is of Royal Mongolian lineage. When she and family immigrated to Taiwan from their homeland, she was a shoolgirl. She went to school in Taipei and had a good friend named Ms Kuan. My father left Tibet and had a wife/three kids already when he met my mom in Taiwan. He never told my mom and she became pregnant with me. He couldn’t marry her and confessed to having a family already in Tibet (they came to Taiwan later). My mom was beyond consoling. Her pain and hurt was tremendous. The shame and stigma that time with her parents, relatives and community was too much for her to bear. She secretly gave birth to me in Taiwan General Hospital and then gave me up. My mom immigrated to the US.
My mom’s mother (grandmother) found a Taiwanese family to take care of me for US$50 per month and would visit me from time to time. This lady caretaker was called Shi-mama. She had a husband and three sons living in a small second floor apartment across from a school. Well, I was taken there. Before my mom left she asked Ms Kuan to visit me from time to time but never openly admitting I was her son. My mom got married in the US and lived in Philadelphia with husband/two sons.
Shi-mama had her own huge problems and didn’t treat me very nicely. Her sons were very abusive towards me punishing me whenever they can for the smallest mistakes. I was a small kid. Ms Kuan and her brother Mr Kuan noticed. They would often come down to where I stayed and take me into their home in the Taiwan mountains to spend weekends. They would wash me, feed me real well, buy me toys and play alot with me. They were VERY VERY VERY KIND to this illegitimate boy and I looked forward to visiting them. I didn’t know who they were at all, but I just remember a very nice lady with a kind brother who always was kind to me. It took thirty years for me to find them again and re-unite. It was a teary re-union. I realized now that Ms Kuan really cared about me and wanted to adopt me, but my grandmother would not let her. I don’t know why. I would have loved to stay with her and call her my mom. But that was not to be. I was taken to the United States against my wishes in 1971 and given to a Mongolian Family in Howell, New Jersey.
This is the set up for the puja I did for Ms Kuan’s sister going for heart surgery the very next day. I am so glad I was able to go.
Doing some rituals for Ms Kuan’s sister. Her surgery was successful and until today I am glad to update she is fine.
This was myself as a baby in Taipei, Taiwan.
Again, where this was taken, I don’t know….but somewhere in Taipei..
I don’t know who was holding me, but I looked happy.
This horse was given to me by my grandmother Dechen Minh…I loved the horse. Shi-mama only let me play with it when grandma came to visit. Otherwise I never saw the horse. But I remember it very well.
I don’t know how old I was in this, but these pictures were kept and given to me by my adopted mother Dana Bugayeff in New Jersey. But these pictures were taken in Taipei for sure. Ms Kuan and her brother says I still look the same!!!!
Ms Kuan told me I was very happy, friendly, intelligent, extremely playful and smiled alot. I guess over the years, I had less and less reason to smile…..because in my teenage years living on my own in Los Angeles, people commented I should smile more.
Yes, this was me. In a twist, I met my natural birth mother (Dewa) in the US several times. She would visit me at my step parents house in New Jersey but never letting me know she was my mother. She told me that when I was seven months old, monks and senior lamas came to her in Taiwan and said I was a reincarnated lama and that they should take me to the Monastery to be enthroned when I was a little older. She told me, she wouldn’t allow them to take me. I asked her why. She said, if I was a real incarnation, when I grow up I would prove who I am by my actions. I told my mother that whoever was watching over me at that time should have let me go since no one else wanted me. I would have loved to have gone to the Monastery at a young age. Instead I was shipped to the United States. I was very unhappy there even at a young age. I knew when I was older I would travel and live in distant lands. Where I didn’t know, but somewhere in the East was what I always felt when I was very young.
This is a picture of me with Ms Kuan who was very loving, kind and caring to me after my mother left me to Shi-mama’s care. Ms Kuan would come often to visit me at Shi-mama’s place..I looked forward to Ms Kuan’s visits so so so much…I remember clearly….. She treated me just like her own child. She never married or had children of her own.
This is me reuniting with Ms Kuan like 36 years later!!!! Can you imagine?? I didn’t meet this lovely person for that long. I looked for her and found her. Irene did extensive research and found her for me. I was so glad to have found her. I thank Irene so much. I thank Ms Kuan so much for being kind to a child that experienced very little kindness living in Taiwan. I cannot express the amount of gratitude I feel toward Ms Kuan as it is beyond words.
I offered Ms Kuan a watch and my heartfelf thanks. She is crying here. She is so soft. I have given her thangkas, statues and malas already. I want her to be safe. The gifts I have given her in no way match what she did for me…what she did for me lives in my heart forever. Kind people like her with no agenda are so rare.
Myself with Ms Kuan, her friend Ms Huang, Irene, Sengpiow, Fatmonk and Paul. We had a nice meal together and I presented her the gifts.
While in Taiwan, our little group went to see a Chinese opera. I like Chinese opera. It is such a rich form of cultural expression.
This is me with Mr Kuan. The kind and very nice brother of Ms Kuan. He used to buy me toys, take me to men’s public baths and wash me thoroughly and carry me on his shoulders. I never forgot this kind gentle man. I just didn’t know who he was at the time. In Taiwan, they have public baths and Shi-mama didn’t wash me very well, but Mr Kuan with give me thorough scrubbings in these baths. I enjoyed them very much. I think he had alot of pity for a kid like me. I thank you so much Mr Kuan for being such a kind man. I will never forget your kindness.
This is me re-uniting with Mr Kuan 36 years later. It was very emotional. I was the kid he scrubbed and cleaned. I was the kid he use to have ride on his shoulders. I was that little neglected child that he showed love to…Thank you Mr Kuan for being so kind to a child that needed parents he didn’t have. This child now a grown up me, will NEVER FORGET you and Ms Kuan’s kindness. I will show kindness to others remembering you both always. Your kindnesses will not have been wasted on me….I promise.
This is myself at the age of around six years old standing in front of the Chiang Kai Shek bust at my school in Taipei.
Amazing, the bust was still there when I visited my school again in 2008.
This is me on the playground of my school that remember clearly even now…
At the entrance of my school in Taipei, Taiwan nearly four decades later…strange feeling…
The road name of my school. Ms Kuan took us to the school.
Wow..this is the school.
Me in front of my old school. The courtyard changed though. This school is right across the street from where I stayed with Shi-mama.
The white corner building on the 2nd floor is where I lived until I was seven years old before I was taken to the United States. My caretaker Ms Shi-mama, her husband, three sons and me all squeezed into the 2nd floor of this building. The ground floor had a small store (still there) by another tenent and the 1st floor was another tenant also. We didn’t have much space upstairs, but we squeezed in.
Nearly everyday after school I would sneak upstairs to the 2nd floor and leave my school bag and cap on the stairs to the apartment and go off. I would wander the streets until late at night daily until I was very tired and then sneak into the apt to sleep. Sometimes one or two of the three boys would wake up and make me kneel on rice on the floor to punish me. I didn’t go home much because there was not alot of care, affection or food given to me. Most nights after school I would be given white rice with sugar mixed into it and that was about all. My teeth were nearly all rotten and had extensive dental work done when I arrived in the US. There would be much punishments from the three boys and sorry to say, my caretaker didn’t care much about me much..I was a job to her..and I lived with her for 24 hours a day for years… It was not a happy time for me at all.
I went with a small group of friends from Malaysia and the store owner on the ground floor still remembers me after 36 years when we inquired!!!!! Amazing. There are more buildings on the streets but I do recognize this building I lived in. The street seemed cleaner than I remembered also. Across the street from this building are two schools (still there). One is a elementary school that I attended and the other is a high school. It was strange walking down this street and seeing the school after 36 years. Ms Kuan remembered where I had stayed with Shi-mama.
The second floor with alot of stray plants growing is the apt I lived in until seven. Wow…36 years later I return for the first time and I do recognize it and it is still standing.
This is the number plate of the house I lived in Taipei as a very young child..
Fatmonk, Sengpiow and myself looking at the old house I lived in Taipei until seven years old when I was adopted to the US.
My biological mom’s brother or rather my uncle. His name is David Minh. It was the first time I have ever met him. He has lived in Taiwan most of his life with wife and children. I’ve never met his wife/children. This is us meeting and conversing in the hotel (Taipei). He knows about me, but I never met him. He told me more of my background and how my mom’s family left their homeland and ended up in Taiwan.
My Royal Uncle and me (The black and white portrait above is my uncle during his younger days). He has been a minor celebrity in Taiwan for being Mongolian Royalty and has been interviewed/written about for decades in their media. He is coming out with his book. He speaks fluent Mongolian, Mandarin-Chinese and very good English. It was nice meeting him. He is my only uncle on my mother’s side. My mom has no other siblings. I have more relatives from their side of the family in Xinjiang that I have never met. I heard they would like to meet me. Irene and Sengpiow visited them and connected them to me. But I am yet to visit.
This is the family I was adopted into in the United States. They are of Kalmyk (Mongolian) heritage. They emigrated to the US during War World Two. They settled in New Jersey and made a life for themselves there. This is a photo of my step mom Dana Bugayeff, her daughter Lidshma and my step dad Boris Bugayeff. Of course that’s me in the front.
I thought I’d share alittle of myself more on this post. I will share more in the future. I have tons of pictures of me growing up in Howell, New Jersey and many stories to share along with the photos…
Tsem Tulku
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This is a short video of myself giving dharma to Ms Kuan’s family and oral transmission to the long life mantra of Je Tsongkapa. It will benefit them very much.
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A video of part of my meeting with my Uncle for the first time. Remember I knew of him, but never met him. He is the only sibling of my birth mother Dewa. It was nice to meet him and get more background on my family which many things I did not know for the past fourty years. Thank you Uncle David Minh for your time. I hope your book comes out soon. I am interested to read it.
There are many people in our lives who did a lot of kindness to us, at the same time, there are also some people who did the not-so-good things to us. Most of us will remember the not-so-good experience and dwell into that, and forgot most of the kindness given to us.
I sincerely thank Rinpoche for sharing this inspiring story. It reminds me to focus on the kindness of human kind, and if we don’t spread the love now, then when?
ur such a beautiful baby. the one photo with mr kuan u can see the dimples u still have <3
It is really great to be able to recall your childhood and proudly put in writing. I believe there are great learnings and merit we can pick up. It is wonderful sharing to be reconnected again after 36 years and also be able to perform special puja. Hopefully more ppl can continue receive blessing from H.E.Tsem Tulku Rinpoche.
Thank you Rinpoche for sharing your life and opening your heart to all of us..We are so blessed to have you in our lives.
Dear Rinpoche ,
Its so so so sad to read about your childhood , i am sure most of us in Malaysia dont go through such hardships and still after all that you become who you are today.
In comparisons whatever hardships we go through everyday its simply incomparable to what you gone through. I am humilify by your experience. I hope every Kecharians will stay loyal to you and do whatever they are told to do , to do so without question , without any doubt , with full sincerity just to repay your kindness and to show full gratitude to ALL of your work here in this country that only benefits ourself and people around us.
Kechara has grown by leaps and bounds due to the dedication of its people and their understanding and commitments due to your teachings. Without you many many of Kecharians might be still a lost soul.
We are nothing yet we can be something.
With Much Much Love ,
ck liew.
I sincerely thank Rinpoche for such a nice story on his childhood. I think it is very good that we can know our Lama very well. Many people in our lives inspire us even if we do not know it. I hope that all Rinpoche’s relatives will have very good, very happy lives. I think that Rinpoche looks very cute in his old pictures.
Dear Rinpoche thanks for sharing your childhood story.I felt very lucky that my parent never give up on me when I was small and granted me a happy childhood memories.Although I cannot repay all their kindness in this life but I would dedicate my puja to them everyday till my last breath.Here I would like to thanks our Rinpoche again for teaching us Dharma and your heartfelt compassion and gratitutes really touches my family and I.
Rinpoche is like a peacock likened to the Bodhisattvas, who “strives on the essence of poisonous plants” that is likened to suffering and pain of samsara.
Despite all the unhappiness experienced, Rinpoche is still most loving, kind, giving and forgiving.
The part that made the most impact was when Rinpoche said: “I guess over the years, I had less and less reason to smile…..because in my teenage years living on my own in Los Angeles, people commented I should smile more” because:
1) This is an illustration of what happens to people as we grow up. As many of us do not have the good fortune to meet a kind Guru and the Dharma, we may not manage to rise from such negative experiences. This shows us how urgently important it is to share the Dharma so that more people will get a chance to be happy.
2) It is shameful that great beings like Rinpoche will sacrifice their bliss and return to samsara so that they will benefit us. Therefore, like Liew said, we must at the very least practice Guru devotion in appreciation for all the hardship Rinpoche has taken to bring us the greatest gift of all – Dharma.
Thank you, Rinpoche, for coming down to our level and relating to us whereby we are able to “get it”. Thank you Rinpoche for sharing this story and using Rinpoche’s every resource, including Rinpoche’s tough past, as an opportunity for us to learn and grow better from.
Dear Rinpoche,
The photos Rinpoche has posted on this article are meaningful as they allow us to share Rinpoche’s history, like they say, “a picture paints a thousand words”. Whenever I read about Rinpoche’s past and how much unhappiness Rinpoche endured, my heart aches to merely just read about it, I can’t even begin to phantom the pain Rinpoche went through. Yet, Rinpoche is here with us with all the compassion for each of us. Rinpoche shows us all so much love and care. I think that if any of us clowns ever even went through 10% of what Rinpoche went through we would be vengeful monsters making the whole world suffer for our sadness and suffering.
It is admirable how Rinpoche is truly Compassion in Motion. It is from Rinpoche I learn the meaning of compassion, love and true kindness.
I could not agree more with my sister’s comment here. Thank you Rinpoche for sharing your life with us through this blog.
With folded hands, li Kim
Dearest and beloved Tsem Tulku Rimpoche, thank you for posting these videos, especially the upper one with the Lama Tsongkapa empowerment.
LOVE from Knut
Dearest Rinpoche,
Thank you so much for sharing your childhood stories. This makes me and I’m sure many, many more out there,feel so lucky to have a normal childhood. I was most overwhelmed with emotions when I read of your rotten teeth when you were a kid and when I saw the pics of your reunion with the Kuans. So, so touching and heart wrenching.
Nevertheless, I am very happy and proud that you managed to overcome all adversities to be who you are today – an extremely caring and devoted Guru/Lama and an inspiration to one and all. I have not met you or heard you live in person but just by following your teachings online, I have gained so much knowledge and wisdom on spirituality. I wish from the very bottom of my heart that you will be around for as long as possible and always in the best of health to be the pillar of strength to the Sangha.
Love you in Dharma <3
Dearest Rinpoche,
Reading through what Rinpoche has written brought tears to my eyes. I could not stop the tears flowing as I could to a certain extent understand what Rinpoche must have gone through. I may not have endured such hardship but with an almost non existant father and a very hardworking but very independant mother, I know what it is like to not fully understand or know the people who are suppose to be ones we are meant to be close with.
I too yearned for love from a very tender age and I learnt in growing up that if I could not get the love I wanted, the very least I could do was give it! This gave me some happiness I found as I would sometimes see the glimmer of a smile or appreciation from the person. By giving I mean simple things I could do as a child, for example, with my mother I would make her tea or bring her something to eat or drink, cleaning and decorating the home (even though we had housekeepers) in the hopes my mother would see the change or difference and she would be happy about it, combing her hair, picking outfits for her to wear when she goes out for functions and complimenting on the way she looks, etc.
If and when my father was around, I would get him his drinks, his ashtray when he needed it and clean it after, try to talk to him (as he was a man of few words) and often I would try to come between my parents when an argument persist in the hopes they would stop when I was around (not often the case as I would on many occasions be sent to my room and I would have my ears glued to the door and crying as I heard them scream and shout at each other). I swore to myself from as young as I could remember I would never hurt another person that way… and sometimes I even thought it was all my fault that they were fighting (I would come up with very creative ways of convincing myself why I am the reason for their unhappiness: e.g. being a 2nd child perhaps they wanted a daughter and not another son?). I do love them and respect them because they are my parents and they gave me life so to speak and that will not change.
I dont know why I am saying all this to Rinpoche but I felt most melancholy having read your post and I wanted to share a little of my life which I know Rinpoche probably knows already.
Thank you Rinpoche for accepting me as I am and for making me feel so welcome from the moment we met. I have never said this to Rinpoche in so many words but I am truly happy to be here serving Rinpoche and I hope I have the merits to continue doing so for the rest of my life and beyond. I now have truly another person in my life where I trust and love implicitly that gives me a reason to carry on whenever my past memories haunt me.
I shall endure to keep in mind that without the experiences I have gone through perhaps I would not be where I am now, so therefore I shall rejoice in my understanding that by having had the opportunity to go through what I have gone through, has hopefully made me a better person and not whollow in self pity and bitterness.
With much love… Andrew
When i read Rinpoche’s post and Andrew’s comments, I felt ashamed of myself. So often i have used bitter and painful memories of the past as alibis and reasons to why i am not as good a human being as i know i can be and should be.
Because we have been hurt does not qualify us to respond in kind, nor does it mean we must live our life in denial and “hidden”. It doesn’t mean we need to harden our hearts to the point we become de-sensitized.
With Rinpoche’s harnessing of a painful childhood and turning it into compassion and love…perhaps its easier to say “yes,…but he is a Rinpoche…” With Andrew being so kind, gentle and so true despite having gone through pain…well, there can be no excuse.
Thank you Rinpoche. And thank you Andrew. I shall try and do better.
Much love.
I would also like to add that i appreciate very much the photos of Rinpoche with the Mr Kuan, both the b&w ones showing Rinpoche as a child leaning against Mr. Kuan, and the next photo of Mr Kuan bowing to Rinpoche. The tenderness in the second photo especially is cutting. The contrast of the two photos. And the reminder that kindness breeds even greater kindness and kindness finds its way back…in an even bigger form.
Thank you once again Rinpoche and thank you so much Mr. Kuan.
Dearest Rinpoche,
Reading this in the privacy of my office den, I am very filled with emotions. I am very much in a reflective mode…having read your touching blog and the many heartfelt sharing from our Dharma brothers and sisters.
Thank you very much for sharing your life stories – such personal snippets which are episodes filled with so much love, understanding, kindness. The way they are dealt and turned around with positive strides and not let one ounce of bitterness creep into the heart… but instead be filled with loving kindness… something that is so very difficult to do in our daily context.
My heart is filled with warmth, inspiration and aspiration to be a truly better person.
With Folded Hands +
Love
Ling
Dear Rinpoche,after resd through rinpoche’s childhood life for couple of times,what inspired me most is the great loving kindness/compassion that rinpoche heritaged even though rinpoche had struck by tough conditions which it is unbearable to most of us, i guess.
A picture explain all the good quality of rinpoche being a sincere and diligent great guru to set people free from suffering and we are so lucky enough to link with rinpoche due to good karma seed planted for many eons.
We can see rinpoche strong determination on doing dharma works to benefit more peoples of the ten direction after divination was made by H.E Zong rinpoche.When we are down and upset by obstacles,this great quality will come automatically in my mind and all the unhappiness gone,because it is just like a small peas compared to the hardness that rinpoche went through.
Thank for rinpoche again and may the buddha bless rinpoche to have good health and continuously loose a rain of realisation to the heart of his student.
It is so amazing that even though Rinpoche has a very tough and difficult childhood, yet Rinpoche did not let those negative imprints pulled him down but Rinpoche did the opposite by transforming those imprints to become such a great Guru with a big heart filled with unconditional love and compassion.
Rinpoche, what was your Chinese name back then?
(I live near your old school!)
My Chinese name at that time was 葛宜山
Every naration of Rinpoche’s childhood would always bring tears to my eyes. Imagine at such a young age he was being abused by his caretaker Shi Mama who does not care about him but only for the money that was paid for the babysitting I guess. But lucky for Rinpoche Ms Kuan Rinpoche’s mom school mate and Mr Kuan her brother would often visit Rinpoche at Shi Mama to give some happiness and love to Rinpoche until the age of 7 years when Rinpoche was sent to US to be adopted by Mongolian parents. Here again Rinpoche suffered at the hands of his stepmother who happen to be sufferring from an illness and he would be abused again. Even when Rinpoche became a monk he was suffering in the Monastery due to malnutrition. Rinpoche must be a Bodhisattva to endure these sufferings to show us an example of what sufferings are and to appreciate those who have been kind to us.
Thank you Rinpoche for posting the video on 21 Sep 2010. I listen to the 5-line Migtsema to learn the correct pronounciation. Re: Tsem Rinpoche meeting How Mama. I am trying to understand why the 3 verse Du Pung Ma Lu Jom Dzey Sang Wey Dag (as we learnt from the prayer book) is different from the video above.
As I already mentioned, this form of migtzeyma is the LONG LIFE VERSION so the third line has a variation different than the one we are use to. This form I am giving oral transmission to is to help increase a person’s life. Both forms are ok. Tsem Tulku
Rinpoche. Thank you for the explanation & clarification.
Dear Rinpoche,
Thank you for this wonderful account of your journey to Taiwan and back into time. It is really moving and I often come to this page to relive Rinpoche’s poignant childhood. Kuan Mama is quite right, you do look similar to your childhood pictures. You were exceptionally adorable and very photogenic which makes it heart-wrenching to know what you went through. The photos are very beautiful and nostalgic. Perhaps, one day they will be the locations for a wonderful movie of Rinpoche’s life that will inspire many to the Dharma. I found the part that moved me the most was when Rinpoche said that you will show kindness to others in remembrance of the kindness Kuan Mama and her brother.
Dearest Rinpoche,
Thank you so much for sharing your life with us. I cried a lot, reading about your sufferings growing up.
I am female, in my late 30′s and endured beatings and racism from 2 step fathers and then bashings from my real father growing up, I also had suicide attempts, sleeping in the street, cold, hungry the times I ran away, until I could bear no more and I left home when I was 15yo. I am not complaining, I feel great compassion for my step fathers and father.
And on a lighter note, I also get asked if I’m italian, thai, african, spanish, indian, phillipino, french haha
I somehow picked up my first dharma book when I was 12yo, and have since travelled to Tibet, with regular crips to India and Nepal.
I now own half a diamond company, but from deep in my heart, I have always wanted to be a nun, I am yet to ask one of my Precious Guru’s if this is what I am to do…
Rinpoche, I am so happy I found you.
Dear Rinpoche,
I’m happy for you that you are able to re-unite with Ms. Kuan and Mr. Kuan who took care of you when you were little after 36 years apart. Your perseverence in repaying back the kindness of those who took great care of you when you were a kid set a great example for us to be grateful and always remember the kindness of others at all times and to repay back the kindness of others in anyway possible.
Thank you for sharing the oral transmission for long life mantra of Je Tsongkhapa. Thank you.
When i looked at the pictures and excerpts in this posting and the other (more extensive) one, on Rinpochela’s life story, i was very overwhelmed. It practically had all the episodes of a tear-jerker movie! It could really tug off your heartstrings! If i had to go through all those hardships, i would have shattered to pieces! HOWEVER, Rinpochela TRANSCENDED them – and in following his life story, we must LEARN to be strong too. i think if we just regard it as another ordinary life story, it would be in vain for Rinpochela to tell his life story; and do no justice to those wonderful people in the U.S. getting the details of the story. Most of all, THANK YOU RINPOCHELA, for sharing your life story!
Thank you for the teaching of gratitude to all the people who have stopped by our lives. Some seen, some unseen, some known , some unknown, some for a briefest of moments and some for a lifetime.
May I be able to repay all their kindnesses….
I’ve always tried to put myself in Rinpoche’s shoes and when i do it successfully I can’t help but feel somewhat emo reading this.
I’ve read sort of the same content many times, still gets me sometimes.
Growing up with so much attention and care I can still have complaints growing up. I can’t imagine what it must have been like for Rinpoche when he was that young.
A little Buddha living amongst the Taiwanese in Taipei…. a non-fiction. They must have some good karmic link ….
Thank you Rinpoche for sharing your life and opening your heart.. we are all so Blessed to have You in our lives .
Dearest Rinpoche,
Thank you for very much for the video and I get to listen to the mantra in the video. It is emotional for me to watch the video and having to meet someone who care for you during your childhood days and they are now old. As I mentioned earlier that my previous job in a marketing company takes most of my for practice. I am glad that I am able to listen to the mantra once again. Yes, I will re-start my practice again and not be lazy.
Dearest Rinpoche:
Nice to have a chance to meet you at the Maha Vihara temple.Appreciate to have fate to meeting you,sad to know that your child hood story.Past is past,the important things is you to convert your love to us ,might be this is an universal power to arrange you with us,to share the love and kindless amount us.Guide more people and help them to glow with kindless,love and peace.
Regards,
Phoebe
I just couldn’t hold myself from tears reading Rinpoche’s story and most of all the kindness of Mr.Kuan and Ms.Kuan touched my heart. I’m deeply inspired to practice compassion diligently! Thank you Rinpoche for sharing this. With Great Reverence, Deki.