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My Sister the Buddhist Who

Susana didn't come to my mother, her mother's, funeral in 2000.
Says she's not coming to my father's funeral, who is in hospice care in a nursing home.
And hasn't visited our disabled brother in twelve years.

I know she thinks she's too good for Texas.  Well, so is Wendy Davis.

She is a licensed therapist, and a dharma leader in the Bay Area.

D H A R M A.  She yelled this to me as I was recovering from brain surgery in February.

Tell me, how did she enter the helping and healing professions?



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Blessings said…
Hola Hermana, I am so sorry if in any way I have caused you harm or have offended you by my decisions. Thank you so much for your words and especially Mil gracias for posting Daniel's you tube video!

Susana
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