For our book club this month, we have been reading
Breakfast With Buddha by Roland Merullo. It is a story of a trip to North Dakota taken by an average Joe and a Siberian monk (you will have to read it to find out why they were travelling together)! At one point on their six day journey, they meet an
educated couple who quite unknowingly, come off as cynical and judgmental. During a conversation, they ask Rinpoche (the monk) about the eleven languages that he speaks. I thought this part was classic.
Matthew drew his head back in surprise (after learning that Rinpoche spoke eleven languages), actual or feigned, I could not tell. "Really. Say something, then in Italian, or Russian, or Greek. Or are they languages none of us might know, your eleven?" Rinpoche looked at him for a long moment, until the silence grew awkward around us, and then he said, "Kindness is one language I know." And he spoke the phrase kindly, too, as if it were simply a statement of fact.What a lesson for all of us to learn! I know that I need to use the language of kindness much more often. I am sharp with people on the phone or when contesting something I feel is wrong. Kindness and humor goes a lot further than sarcasm and angry words. There is much to treating everyone as we would be treated.