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I always think of the refugees in the war-ravaged countries all the time. Even though the world is helping, the number sometimes is a challenge for them. This world everything is so limited. Because of that, love becomes also limited. It’s easy to criticize, but it’s not easy for any government, any country to suddenly take in such a great influx of refugees like that. This is the last story of this book “Story of Sai Ma”: Thus, I have heard, one time the Buddha was in the country of Rajagariha, at the Bamboo Grove Ashram, with countless disciples and followers. At that time, there was a person from a Brahmin clan. He’s very diligent, but he has never enough food to eat, never enough clothes to wear.
