Stories about mother
3 Buddhist wisdom stories about mother from Buddhist teachers, each linked to the original talk.
- In the loving arms of another man's wifeJoke · Ajahn Brahm
In brief: Ajahn Brahm 'confesses' that he spent some of the most wonderful times of his life in the loving arms of another man's wife: they kissed, hugged, loved each other. It was his…
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Many years ago, I made a confession that some years and years ago, I had some of the most wonderful time of my life in the loving arms of another man's wife. Honestly, she was married to somebody else. We kissed. We hugged. I loved her. She loved me. Shut up, Agent Bob. You're spoiling it. That was my mom. She was married to my dad. Okay. [laughter] I spent some of the most wonderful times of my life in the loving arms of another man's wife. That's true. I never lied with my [laughter] mother. I honestly I remember when I first told that here years and years ago a couple of the people they just walked out. They thought I can't trust this guy. [laughter] They didn't hear the full story. That was my mother. She was in the loving arms of another man's wife.
- Kissing it betterStory · Ajahn Brahm
In brief: Growing up poor in Acton, west London, young Ajahn Brahm plays street football with migrant friends and keeps grazing his knees. He runs to his mother, who kneels and kisses the…
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falling over and scrapping the skin off my knee which really hurt, it stung, and my mother would just crouch down and kiss it better Just her kindness would take the pain away. Every time that happened
- Mum kissed his scraped knee betterStory · Ajahn Brahm
In brief: As a boy playing soccer in the London streets he falls, scrapes the skin off his knees, and runs to his mother crying. She kneels down and kisses it better — and it works every…
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used to play soccer in the streets in London if I fell over I scraped the skin from my knees I'd run to my mother crying and all she would do is kneel down and kiss it better it worked every time