The Dalai Lama

Years ago, I ran across a gem in the Chico State Library.  My Land and My People.  Several things struck me about this book.  The Dalai Lama wrote it.  It is his autobiography, telling how he was chosen, how he ruled, what his dreams were for his people, his struggle to save Tibet from Chinese take-over, and his escape into India.  How he was chosen to be Dalai Lama, or rather discovered, makes a strong case for a belief in reincarnation.  As a child, he had to remember items he had owned in his previous incarnation as the Dalia Lama.  And he did.

Nevertheless he wasn’t pushing beliefs.  Neither was he pushing causes.  I marvel at the lack of anger or bitterness in his tone as he told how he tried to save Tibet, through failed negotiations with China and through ignored appeals for help from the United Nations.  To escape assassination he was forced to flee to India.

Through all this, he had not one word of resentment against anyone.  Because of who and what he is, his life is not one of failure but of victory.  His power, instead of being confined to Tibet or China, has reached throughout the world, touching the hearts of many.  He’s my hero.  Whenever I think of writing negatively about a living person, I pause because the Dalai Lama is my example of a loving human being who looks upon the world with humor and compassion.


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