He did not claim to be, one never thought he was, perfect or infallible, my father had written at the time, "but in his company I felt the freshness of immense personal purity. There are a lot of people who don't believe in anything, but they will die just to see the Dalai Lama. It's almost like they feel if he touches them, if they get his blessing, they're set up for life".
( The Open Road, by Pico Iyer )
As He is heading away from the public space, suddenly, he sees something and veers off. The rest of us struggle to keep up. Alone at the far end of an empty colonnade, two Japanese women are standing above a girl of ten or so with a mop of black hair and thick glasses; her legs, in bright, striped socks, barely reach the ground from the wheelchair in which she is sitting.
Within seconds, the Dalai Lama is by the girl's side and leaning down to talk to her.
"What is her problem?" he asks the women. The mother told that her eyes are fine, but that the use of her legs is gone.
For a long, long moment he looks into the little girl's eyes. Then he leans forward and places his head against her cheeks. Then, looking at her again, he says something else and tweaks her affectionately, before heading back toward his schedule.
The mother of the girl, as he turns around, is dabbing at her cheeks with a tissue, saying, "Thank you. I'm so sorry. Thank you." The woman beside her looks as if her face is about to crumple. The little girl is swinging her legs back and forth as if the day is just beginning.
( The Open Road, by Pico Iyer )
As He is heading away from the public space, suddenly, he sees something and veers off. The rest of us struggle to keep up. Alone at the far end of an empty colonnade, two Japanese women are standing above a girl of ten or so with a mop of black hair and thick glasses; her legs, in bright, striped socks, barely reach the ground from the wheelchair in which she is sitting.
Within seconds, the Dalai Lama is by the girl's side and leaning down to talk to her.
"What is her problem?" he asks the women. The mother told that her eyes are fine, but that the use of her legs is gone.
For a long, long moment he looks into the little girl's eyes. Then he leans forward and places his head against her cheeks. Then, looking at her again, he says something else and tweaks her affectionately, before heading back toward his schedule.
The mother of the girl, as he turns around, is dabbing at her cheeks with a tissue, saying, "Thank you. I'm so sorry. Thank you." The woman beside her looks as if her face is about to crumple. The little girl is swinging her legs back and forth as if the day is just beginning.
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