“I’d been a Buddhist monk for more than 24 years. When I was just a young boy, my parents couldn’t feed me, and so they put me in the monastery. It’s the only life I’ve ever known. One morning, I was walkingoutside carrying my little food basket. I guess I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing because I stepped off the curb of the street, into the path of a car. It hit me, and it threw me up over the windshield and out into the street.”
The Buddhist Monk and Jesus
“I’d been a Buddhist monk for more than 24 years. When I was just a young boy, my parents couldn’t feed me, and so they put me in the monastery. It’s the only life I’ve ever known. One morning, I was walking outside carrying my little food basket. I guess I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing because I stepped off the curb of the street, into the path of a car. It hit me, and it threw me up over the windshield and out into the street.”
Stories from Asia 