Remember my young Mongolian friend who secretly used her tuition money for her father’s medical bills and who therefore could no longer attend classes in her last year of university? How y’all came through in a flash, with a righteous sleighful of cash? Well, I don’t know what kinds of gifts Santa brought you, but I got only one, and it felt like real Christmas. And what good is that if I can’t share it with you, too? My friend sent a message to my phone this afternoon, and it took a mighty effort not to blubber when I read it, since I was in a public place and had to be all cool and monk-like. Here it is verbatim:
“Hi. thank you very much. i met my school director. he accepted my request [to resume classes] with some situation. I bought some good and expensive drugs for my dad. also bought warm and needed clothes for my dad mom sister and brother.”
So many Christmases past are forgotten. The feeling I got reading those simple words is one I’m gonna remember.
Elsewhere, Ani Sangye takes a uniquely circuitous route through the Buddha’s teachings to arrive at her Christmas miracle.
May this spirit stay with us all year long, and beyond and beyond and beyond.
How about you? Any special Christmas story big or small you’d like to relate in the comments? Don’t be shy.