Daffodils are blooming in New York City. Yesterday i went to the U.N. to see a Lao young man who lost an arm when he was 8 years old. He was digging bamboo shoots when his knife hit a "bombie"--a bomb the size of a baseball--and it exploded.
The U.S. carpet-bombed Laos for 9 years, dumping millions of tons of bombs and bombies. 30 percent did not explode. Now they are buried in the underbrush, and they are still exploding. The legacy of the Vietnam War is still killing a hundred Laotian people every year and maiming several dozen others.
The karma of our actions lies dormant until one day it explodes or blooms in our face.
And daffodils grow.