Good Karma Music Stories

I made it a point to only buy those packet tissues from the less fortunate on the streets I saw rather than buying from regular stores. Recently, I started a small fundraising project on my own hoping to raise fund to help the Villagers in Northern Thailand. ([email protected]) Thanks Ven Heng Sure for the link and i like this ‘Act of kindness’ page:)

I live near a shop selling aquarians fishes.The shop also sell live crickets . Owner of pet birds buy these cricket as food for their birds.I would regularly buy these crickets and let free in some bushes near a pond. It’s feel greateverytime.

Being an agent in the sales industry, we have to meet the sales quota directed by the company.One of my colleagues was pessismistic about reaching the target.I urged him not to give up and to believe in his potential to succeed. This advice motivated him to accomplish his goal.

I went 3 days to a punk music festival last holidays. At the beginning of the 2nd day, one of my friends broke his glasses. But with it, he couldn’t see anything…So I gave him mine until he had bought a new pair.

On Friday morning, on my way over to my part-time job, the sunflower plants at the farmers market were 5 euro for 2, or 6 euro for 3. So I just got 3, even though I only have space for one at home and another one at the office. I’d find a destination for number 3 somehow. On Friday night, I left the 3rd one on my office desk for the weekend, asking my co-worker S. who would be in to water it every once in a while. When I came in on a very gloomy Monday morning, after a weekend of torrential rains, there it was, in all its sunflower glory, speaking of (rather: beaming with!) all the care my gentle co-worker had given it while we were out enjoying our weekends. Monday morning also marked the return to the office of our recently divorced colleague H., after her vacation. Earlier this summer she had signed the paperwork for are a small but really cute house for herself and her two children, and she was so ready to leave their tiny rental apartment and a very painful time of their lives behind. Before her vacation she had briefly mentioned that there might be a problem with the sale. A sad story, which she had to confirm on that gloomy Monday morning: the seller had declared bankruptcy, the banks might put the house up for public sale, she might not be able to afford it any more, and perhaps worst of all was the uncertainty: she wouldn’t know for sure what was going to happen until two months down the road, and in the meantime she was bound by any papers she had signed, couldn’t really start house-hunting for other places. We all tried to offer her our warmest wishes, but there was so little we could actually do. When she was out for lunch, I knew that the sunflower had found a new caregiver. I left it on her desk, and was showered with thank-you notes from her on my cell phone that afternoon.

In the midst of a separation from my husband, a lot of confusing emotions arise. I have found that practicing kindness towards helps to keep my heart open and my mind clear, even during this very difficult time. Two recent examples: First, while sitting a one-day retreat, the teacher instructed us to practice compassion towards someone who was suffering. Instantly–and surprisingly–my husband popped into my mind while I was meditating. He and I had been arguing a lot at the time, and I could tell that much of his anger was coming from deep suffering. So I directed metta towards him, and it softened my heart and brought up feelings of love and compassion that had been hard to access because of all of our arguing. Then, more recently, I was in a store and passed by something that I knew he would like. Although I initially thought I wouldn’t buy it for him (we are separating, after all!), I decided to act on the spontaneous inclination towards generosity that had arisen in my mind. So I bought it for him, unsure of how he would receive it. He left me a simple thank-you note, and that genuine connection made me very happy.

The first act of kindnes I did was mawing the lawn for my stressed out mother. Which I do often, but this time, I did not only like to do it, I did it very mindful, viewing it as spiritual praxis.It was a much more enjoyable experience than usual.On the same day in the late evening, I was very angry. I felt mistreated by several people and I was hurt by my mother. Anger and sadness were dominating me. I was thinking about locking myself into my room and watching a lot of tv shows. But what I did was this: I printed one of my favourite bible verses and sayings of the budda for ca. 30 times and distributed them during the night amongst the village.My anger and sadness were very weakened by this act of kindness.Greetings,Michael