In Los Angeles, a policeman found a heartbroken and drunken man lying in the street. The policeman helped him up and recognised him as a wealthy local man. When the policeman offered to escort him home, he declined and said, “Home? I am homeless!” The officer pointed to a mansion nearby and asked, “Look! What’s that?” “It is my house.” The man replied.

Many people would probably agree that a “home” means a “house with a backyard”. Nevertheless, when we lose our family or someone we love and care for, does our home still exist? If we live with someone who we do not feel love and affection toward, we may also consider ourselves to be “homeless”. 

We Buddhists have homes and family members all over the world. The love and affection we have among us extends beyond our immediate families – this is called “unconditional love”. We help others without expecting anything in return because we are learning from the Bodhisattvas. Only when we have this kind of compassion will we have a warm spiritual home.

Inspirational Short Stories: The Homeless Millionaire