Once upon a time, in a certain town there was a coffin maker who opened and was running a store where he sold the coffins he made himself to the customers in the neighborhood. The popuplation in the town increased day-by-day.
From Doreen ////...But right now, I am also watching my 3 year old granddaughter. My son was injured in Iraq, and my daughter-in-law is with him in the hospital in TX. So I am now a full-time Nana, and the princess is asleep. The good news is that he is going to be transfered to Walter Reed in DC, so I can get to see him! He'll like it here - this is a very healing enviroment.////
CT: Ms Doreen,
I am sorry to hear your son got injured seriouly under the war in Iraq, but hope that he will get well and back to normal soon with the good treatments at Walter Reed.
I was born under war, grew up under war, was leading my life there under war for about a half of century before I left it for America. My ears had heard the explosion of bombs and the noises of the gunshots day-n-nights... My eyes had seen many dead corpses of the Vietnamese people that left swollen and stunk on the streets of Saigon city, let alone many and many more on the farm-fields, in the forests...from the North to the South of Vietnam.
I disagreed the war and the war refuted me because of my health condition at the time it enforced almost every healthy and strong men to be militarily trained and sent to the fronts...
The winners and the losers all suffered.
Now all of that was just some images and impression in memory when recalling.
DOREEN: Thanks for sharing your memories and experiences with me, d.o.m. You and my sons have experienced things I can only imagine in my worst nightmares. It must be painful to even talk about it. I know my sons have only shared a few of their stories with me.
I think it is because they do not want to dwell on those memories, and sometimes I think they don't want to frighten me anymore than I must appear to them.
I can only hope that even though "The winners and the losers all suffered", maybe all will find peace.
LEHISH: >Now all of that was just some images and impression in memory when recalling.<
CT: Ms. Doreen, Would you wear tears or wipe them out when you're going to see your sons?
If I have tears - they will be tears of joy when I see my son. Any tears of sorrow will wait till I'm alone. Unless my son wants to discuss his experiences...and I will join him in any tears he might have. Blessings, Doreen
It's very clear. When it tears, just tear, when it doesn't tear, do not tear. In the history of Buddhism in Vietnam, there was a story - that happened about five hundred years ago - about a Buddhist master who was wandering from this place to another to be with everyone in the area. He was called the "Bodhisattva of Tears" by people in his time, because whenever he saw anyone who suffered his tears instantly running down on his face and whenever he saw anyone who was happy, a big smile immediately appeared on his face.
However, the number of the people who suffered he met was much larger than the number of the people who were happy, therefore, he got the title "the Bodhisattva of Tears".
Visitor & CT 07/18/04
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