The Warm Hearted Family : หน้า 149/207 A personal narrative exploring the journey towards ordination, life's unpredictability, and the influence of family.
This narrative discusses the importance of familial love and the motivation behind the decision to ordain. The author reflects on moments that brought him close to death, which deepened his desire to pursue a spiritual path. Through the trials of his youth, particularly the loss of his father and health crises, he recognizes the unconditional love of his mother and grandmother. These experiences drive him to seek ordination post-college, aiming to repay their love and ensure their peace of mind regarding his future, while contemplating the unpredictability of life and the inevitability of death.
หัวข้อประเด็น
-Life lessons -Motivation for ordination -Family influence on spirituality -Coping with loss -Reflections on mortality
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that one can do whenever one wants to. Ordination requires
merits accumulated from one’s past life, as well as meeting
all the qualifications set out in the discipline section of the
Tripitaka.
Unfortunately, my father passed away when I was small,
so he did not get to see his son in the saffron robes. And I had
had two close calls, which almost took my life before my father.
The first time was when I was a little over ten years old. As I
was daydreaming and pretending to be a sword fighter in a
Chinese martial arts movie, I did not see a motorcycle coming
because the hat I was wearing was blocking my view.
Fortunately, the motorcycle was coming at a slow speed. I
was knocked over, but was able to get up and walked away
with minor injuries. That was my first brush with death.
The second time was when my appendix burst during
the night. I was taken to the hospital by my mother and
grandmother. However, the doctor did not diagnose me
correctly. If there had been an internal infection, my family
would be making arrangements for my funeral. I suffered for
15 hours while the doctor treated me for a normal stomachache.
Once he found out that my appendix had ruptured, I was
immediately operated on.
When I came around from the anesthesia the next
morning, still groggy, I saw the fellow in the next bed who
had suffered the same case. But he must have it a lot worst
than mine because I saw tubes still draining toxin out of him.
I felt lucky. When I turned around, I saw the faces of two
elderly ladies with expressions of enormous relief. I thought,
“My mother and grandmother must have been here all night
watching over me.”
I felt right there that these two ladies must have loved
me very much. They were the ones who loved me with all
their hearts; it was an unselfish love which expected nothing
in return. I asked myself if I had done anything to repay their
love.
And the answer is….very little. I realized right there that
I must not do anything to hurt them if I could help it.
These two close shaves played a major part in spurring
me to ordain. I wanted my mother and grandmother to see me
in the saffron robes. I wanted to give them the chance to
accumulate merits, and I wanted them not to worry about me
any longer since I would be educated in Dhamma.
**We are Walking to Our Graves**
I decided to ordain after I finished college. When I looked
at life, everything seems so unpredictable. We might see
someone in the morning, but by the evening, he could be dead.