this afternoon i met george. george is the son of a cambodian immigrant and he is probably 14 or 15. we are going to build a boat together this summer, along with some of his friends from southie. his mother bearly escaped cambodia but not all his family did. those that didn’t, died.

where you were born, who are your parents, what life do they live determines who you become, how rich, how educated, how free, how empowered or how impovished. yet, i am always amazed how, as your buddist man has show, compassion has the ability to be free of those bonds which determine how blessed we are in life.

blessings.