At the time, my husband had returned home temporarily from Lexington. While he was driving a car, he suddenly told me that he couldn't see well. As he looked strange, I took over the wheel when the car came to a stop at a red light. Soon after I started the car, he fell into a fit of convulsions and lost his consciousness; he made a bowling sound as it happened. I was filled with fear that my husband was going to die, and I stopped the car and asked for help.

At the age of fifty-two, I was appointed minister at the Brazil Dharma Center, and then at sixty, minister at the San Francisco Dharma Center. A little while after I started my ministry at the San Francisco Dharma Center, I became aware that no new members had joined, and I felt embarrassed about it. That was because in Brazil, many people were guided as new members to the Dharma center. So I compared the two Dharma centers, and could not see any strong points of the San Fran

My grandmother was a devout Buddhist and a member of Soka Gakkai International in Hawaii. When I was young, I spent a lot of time with her, and she often told me the reason she prayed was so that good things would happen for her family and that all of our hardships or sufferings would go away. I never really understood the practice of “religion.” Hardship and suffering happen whether or not you are a devotee. Good things also happen to everybody. Nothing about religion made a