This morning I came across a boy with a sprained foot and a broken wheel on his bike.
I wanted to help him but I noticed that he was coming from some all-night party and maybe drugs.
I felt bad for not wanting to help him as he intended.
So I left him limping with the bike on the rim.
I had to go ten blocks and he was very young, no problem, but sometimes I refute my impulse to take my car out and drive him and leave him at the door of the house.
Then I think...doesn't he have family or friends?
And then I think about the consequences of also going out at night even though he was hurt...his actions on Saturday could only lead to a painful Sunday.
I should have handled the situation better.
A few years ago Ven. Dharmakara was reluctant to denounce one of his attackers because one of them had already been in prison twice and the third would have been the final one. Dharmakara ended up in the hospital with some broken bones. What an act of charity?
Well, sometimes I don't even give them a first chance to show themselves to be delinquents or poor boys battered by the night and alcohol.
All my compassion goes out to them and may help come to them in other ways.
Ah ha! You are human and do not live up to your idealisations.
Ain't we all …
As Ajahn Brahm would say “good? Bad? Who knows?”
Perhaps by not helping him you’re teaching him a better lesson….
Every parent faces this dilemma when raising children. When do we step in and help them or when do we leave them be to learn for themselves?
By saying "no" I make bigger and better contributions so that everyone can do and give their best.
But it certainly shakes up the whole psychological structure.
Are they taking advantage with instant gratification? or are they needy? I won't know, I'll let my intuition guide me.
let's throw that stone into the pond and see the ripples that form.
Yes! Intuition is a powerful tool.
In a sense, if you were meant to help you would have helped,
Back in pre Covid days. I would often pick up hitchhikers, some days I may not have seen them until I've driven passed, at times I've stopped turned around and gone back to pick them up (this was meant to be) other times I've driven on (this was also meant to be)....
Karma's funny that way...
A few weeks ago, I noticed someone passing by my home picking up litter off the street, sidewalk, and boulevard with a pickup stick and a bucket as he went. From his casual dress & equipment, I think he was just a resident and not a paid city employee.
It occurred to me that since I go on at least one walk a day in my city, why couldn't I do the same. So, from one stranger anonymously picking up a piece of litter outside of my home, at least one garbage bag a day of street litter now ends up being picked up as part of my walking routine. I now notice some unusually clean streets elsewhere and know that other folks out there are also doing the same.
Never underestimate how profoundly the simplest acts of kindness can end up duplicating themselves around the world.
Here it is called plogging. It is suggested as part of a sporting practice when jogging or walking, to also carry a bag and pick up litter.
They have already organised and are doing it in parks, public squares and on beaches (summer is coming to an end).
Im in too
I was approached by a homeless man while waiting for a train, he asked for some change, and i had to admit i didn’t carry any cash. Perhaps he would have died of the bottle of whiskey he might have bought with money I had given him…
It was in not being helped that I learned compassion for others.
It was in being helped that I learned compassion for myself.
I am so compassionate I allow others to think well of me, do puja and dedicate merit my way - just so they can progress. I am practically a saint in this regard.
Mantras for my benefit also welcome.
I iz so good to you all …
My mind's ego regales on delight of being understood and appreciated for what I created all on my own. Self-congratulations are in order! Wait..