A Warrior Monk

 I have fought death since I was born with this fragile body, hospitalized all the way through the third year of my kindergarten. I remembered being suffocated, boring days in hospital, playing with the iv cord and remember how happy I was to get the toys from my cousins.

I remembered my father drove away saying goodbye not knowingly at the last day of school grade 1, he died that night from heart attack. The last thing my father said to me was

“Try Hard” with a big smile then he drove out of this world to heaven, that will be how I remember him.

The concept of death was introduced to me so early in life. I was only six-year-old when he passed, left the two of us, my mother and me. We were best friends, and she was everything to me.

I grow up with her as my sun, my mother’s LOVE itself. We shared a very deep bond like an umbilical cord between her heart and mine and I still feel the connection even now writing these words.

However, when I was sixteen, we discovered that my mother has a third stage intestine cancer, ten years after my father died. We fought cancer together for a year, she went trough an operation and three chemotherapies.

She passed away on 12th July 2007.

The day that my mother died is the day that changed my life forever. So many questions and answers in one night and that has set me on the greatest journey to spiritual discovery of my life.