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loving-kindness and warmth. Her eyes reflected the compassion, sincerity and warmth within her mind touching everyone’s heart. She was the kind of senior citizen that everyone wanted to be close to. The hot herbal tea placed at Khun Yays side was left to turn cold many times. Khun Yay had to continue giving guidance to her visitors although she was so tired — but she still kept doing her duty with a joyful smile. It was the duty of a leader to many people on the Dhamma path. She never showed any signs of fatigue and never left early. Some visitors also came for audience with Khun Yay at weekdays. These people usually were the emergency cases. They came to wait either in the kitchen or the walkways. Khun Yay never ignored them, she was will- ing to help and give guidance. There was a young lady who rushed to see Khun Yay while she was crossing the road to the office. Khun Yay asked her gently “What’s the matter?” “Would you have time for me? Could we talk at Tusita Hall?” she asked with sorrowful eyes. Although not well herself, Khun Yay walked to Tusita Hall to listen her. The young lady had problems with her family. She cried as she told her story. Khun Yay listened to her for a long time and told her: “It is hard to be born as a human. Our present life is affected by past karma — by what we have done to ourselves in past lives. Thus, you must be patient and keep doing good deeds. Please be patient. We don’t live so long and we must all die.” The lady added that there used to be a Buddhist nun who told her that she used to be a monkey in her past life. Khun Yay replied quickly: