Excerpt from the Short Story - Peter's Bad Day
Peter's Bad Day
“I am never going to forget this,” Peter told Rob as Chiara
joined Sensei Charlie at the sink.
Rob had been teasing Chiara and driving Peter crazy all
afternoon.
“Oh?” Rob feigned innocence while he bounced Suzy slightly
against his shoulder. “Like I never forgot that time you made Charlie think I
had the runs?”
“Wait, what?” Peter had to think a moment, to remember the
incident. “That was, like, eighth grade.”
Sensei Rob grinned. “I told you I’d get back at you when you
least expected it.”
“Seriously?”
Rob laughed. “Alright, I’ll stop,” he promised.
Suzy squirmed on Rob’s lap until she was facing Peter. He
took a few moments to make funny faces at her, winning a few smiles and
giggles.
“All joking aside,” Rob said, “Chiara seems very
kind-hearted and positive. And you’ve come a long way to let someone get this
close.”
“I know,” Peter said dismally, feeling a weight in his
stomach as he thought of all that the asuras could do to her. “It’s a huge
risk.”
“Yes, it’s a risk,” Rob said, “but I’ve always said it’s a
risk worth taking. And letting someone join your fight—”
“She didn’t give me a choice, really,” Peter interjected.
“She threatened to follow me into battles or start fighting the asuras on her
own if I didn’t train her.”
“Still, I am happy for you, Peter,” Rob said with a ruffle
of Peter’s hair. “I don’t think I’ve seen you laugh or smile like you are now
since you started getting called out alone. Now, to see how close and trusting
you both are with each other, I can tell it’s good. But,” Rob paused and made
sure he had Peter’s full attention and eye contact, “is she fully aware of the
consequences?”
Peter breathed deeply and looked off to the side. He had
almost forgotten how exhausting Sensei Rob’s spiritual guidance could be.
“Maybe not fully,” he confessed. “But she does realize they
can target the people you care about.”
“You need to tell her soon. It is only fair that she knows.”
“I’m going to tell her,” Peter said. “I’ve been trying. I
just haven’t been able to find the right moment.”
“You can’t wait for the right moment,” Rob said. “You have
to make it happen. Just think what
the asuras could do to her in the meantime.”
“I know!” Peter said, trying to control his exasperated
tone. “Believe me, I can’t stop thinking about it!” Then he calmed himself.
“I’ll tell her soon. I promise.”
Rob scrutinized him with a piercing gaze. “What are you
afraid of?” he asked.
“Everything,” Peter said on an exhale. “I’m afraid she’ll
hate me for putting her in danger. I’m afraid she’ll stop being my friend. I’m
afraid she’ll be scared and run away.” He rubbed the back of his neck and
added, “And I’m terrified that she’ll stay.”
Rob let Peter’s words hang in the air a moment. He wore a
calm expression that felt like a mockery of Peter’s inner storm.
“Those are all legitimate concerns,” Rob said at last. “And
it’s vastly important to confront and acknowledge those fears.”
Peter remembered years ago when Rob had first taught him to
acknowledge his emotions simply by confronting them in his thoughts. But this
seemed like too big a problem. He didn’t think that talking to himself like a
crazy person would really help things.
“So once,” Rob started abruptly, “there was this grandma
named Visakha. She was totally distraught over the death of a grandson. So the
Buddha said to her, ‘Those who have fifty
dear ones have fifty sufferings. Those who have no dear ones have no
sufferings.’”
Rob finished his story with a knowing and confident nod of
his head, as if his meaning were obvious. Peter had forgotten how little he had
missed Sensei Rob’s odd notion of comforting.
Peter raised an eyebrow. “The Buddha said that?” he asked
dryly.
“I know,” Rob said with a laugh. “The Buddha had strange
ways of trying to cheer people up, huh?”
“I know the feeling,” Peter grumbled. “But wait. Are you
telling me that I shouldn’t care about her? That that would solve my problems?
Didn’t the Buddha also say to radiate boundless love towards the whole world?”
“Ah, but see,” Rob shook a finger, “we’re talking about two
different kinds of love here. When he was saying to radiate love, the Buddha
used the word ‘metta’ which – as you know – is a love of good intentions. It’s
a good-willed wanting what’s best for the other person with no thought of reward.”
“Okay…” Peter said, not sure where Rob was going.
“And the love he used with grandma Visakha was ‘pema.’”
“Which is?” Peter prompted.
“Attached love,” Rob answered eagerly. “See, the grandma was
distraught because she saw her grandson as a part of her, as her possession.
The Buddha even asked if she was upset about the many other people that passed
away in their village, but she was only distraught about losing her grandson
because he was hers.”
Peter knew exactly what Rod was saying now. He was only
afraid of telling Chiara the truth because somewhere in his heart, he believed
that she belonged to him. And he was afraid of losing her.
And that was attachment – the root of all suffering.
He had to let go of her.
“But how?” he asked aloud. “How do I just stop caring about
her? I’ve tried that, by the way. It doesn’t work. And it sure as Naraka
doesn’t decrease my suffering.”
Rob shook his head adamantly. “No, you don’t stop caring.
You stop caring about her for your own sake. And start caring about her for her
own sake.”
Peter wished Rob – and the Buddha – could have been a little
more specific in their life advice. But he knew that wisdom didn’t work like
that. Like always, he would have to figure out the specifics on his own.
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