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Dear Reader,

View this page as a place where you and I can have a conversation on subjects that are meaningful to both of us. On a regular basis I plan to post a topic or question on my mind which I encourage you to respond to (see below).

On this same page you will also find some of the responses that have been sent in by those who have viewed this web site. Please feel free to submit your own questions and thoughts which I might comment on and share with other viewers. I truly look forward to hearing from you.

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Archive for September, 2005

Can We Make Peace With Ourselves?

Wednesday, September 28th, 2005

Last weekend Tibetan leader and 14th Dalai Lama, Tenzin Gyatso, called war ”out of date” and urged people to dream of a demilitarized world. ”Eventually the whole world should be free of nuclear weapons,” he said, but noted that to achieve such a goal, people must first learn ”internal disarmament.”
I’ve been thinking of that phrase all week, trying to understand it. I think I know what he means, that we must seek mightily to find a way to rid ourselves of all the hatred and inner turmoil that roils us and makes us do terrible deeds, like making war and killing others — or even hating others. But ”internal disarmament” is not such an easy thing to achieve — at least for me. True, I don’t want to hurt others or fight wars, but there are times when I have a very difficult time controlling my own internal anger at others who hurt me by their actions, by their selfishness, by their indifference to the suffering of others. I spent the past night sleepless because I felt such anger inside me toward another person I loved who has done some very destructive things that affect both of us. The anger kept builing until finally, out of exhaustion, out of understanding that my anger was making things even worse, I tried to control myself and contain what I felt. I think I understood that the anger was doing much harm to me, making things worse. I just had to stop hating, even with all the hurt I felt.
So the question I have on my mind today, is: How do we achieve ”internal disarmament,” as the Dalai Lama puts it. How do we overcome ourselves so that we can live in peace with both ourselves and others. I don’t know the answer. Can you help me with this? What has been your own experience? WRITE TO ME.

It Breaks Your Heart, Doesn’t It?

Friday, September 23rd, 2005

The hurricanes in the Southwest have taken away a lot of the confidence we had that as a superpower we can overcome terrible times. We merely have to look at the faces of all those people who have been displaced and forced to seek shelter in states away from their homes to see how truly vulnerable we all are. In their faces, we see ourselves and we quietly thank God that we are not among those who have lost everything. But we know, too, that we are all linked by the other’s adversity, and what happens to ”them” can one day happen to us, too. No one is immune to disaster.
This week in the newspaper I saw a photo showing a long lines of wheelchair-bound elderly people who lived in a retirement community in Galveston, Texas, and who were being evacuated from the city as Hurricane Rita gathered force to hit the area. These elderly, white-haired people, looked so fragile in their wheelchairs, blankets wrapped around their laps and feet, blankets gathered around their shoulders. Some stared down, as if praying or resigned to what was ahead; others stared ahead at the camera taking their picture, their looks so helpless. They could not gather the strength to flee themselves, they were forced to accept the mercy of others who were arranging for their forced leavetaking to safety. What will happen to these people? I asked myself. Why are they so alone? Where are their children and families? Who will claim them? Is there what we all have to expect as we grow old and feeble?
In some ways, it seems to me lately, we appear to be living a life of retribution. Is God punishing us for our selfishness, our lack of caring by giving us a seemingly endless war in Iraq that seems to get deadlier day by day? Is God punishing us because we have abused nature, by not taking action to stop global warming which seems to be feeding these hurricances that wreak some damage on us. Is God punishing us for our greed for oil, for our uncaringness in the way we have exploited our natural resources? Is God punishing us because we have gone astray?
I don’t know the answers. All I know is that I look at the faces of these elderly people in the wheelchair I think it is as if they are being asked to pay for our sins because we live so selfishly and greedily in the world.
What do you make of what I’m saying? Am I off base? You are welcome to disagree with me and tell me I am wrong. I would like to hear that I am wrong.

Is There An Angel In Your Life?

Friday, September 16th, 2005

Early in the morning, when I walk my dog in the darkened streets, I meet an angel. He is the man who delivers newspapers to the apartments in my building. He works so hard, and often his shirt and face are drenched with sweat from having to lug the heavy papers which he delivers. But whenever we meet on the street or in the elevator, no matter how tired he may be, he still greets me with the widest, most beautiful smile. And we may say a few words as he tries to use his broken English to communicate. His face seems to glow with happiness and good nature.
And I think to myself, how hard his life must be, working during the night to make his deliveries, carrying the heavy papers, adjusting to life in a new country far from his homeland, but still he can find time to smile with such good will. When I see him, I always feel better about my own life, as troubled as it may seem at times, and he teaches me how to be a little less self-preoccupied and selfish. How bad can life be, afterall, when there are human beings like this man who seems to have an innate sense of goodness within him?
God has been good to me to let me meet one of His/Her angels.
WHAT ABOUT YOU? Have you ever met a person who seems to give you hope that things are good in the world and that life can be beautiful? If so, please tell us about this person and we’ll post your ”angel” stories on a future page.