Thursday, January 1, 2009


A fervent Buddhist lady made every effort to love others. But every time she went to the market, a merchant made indecent proposals to her. One rainy morning, when the man bothered her once again, she lost control and hit him on the face with her umbrella. That same afternoon, she sought out a monk and told him what had happened.

"I am ashamed," she said. "I couldn't control my hate." 
"You did wrong to hate him," answered the monk. "The next time he says something, fill your heart with goodness. And hit him again with your umbrella, because that's the only language he knows."

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