Thread by @LORWEN108

How does one page change a life?

I was living in a Tibetan monastery when I wrote a note about wanting to help the Dalai Lama’s people.

That single act set off a chain of events that led me into his presence — and into an experience of grace I’ll never forget.

Here’s my story 🧵

While living in Tushita Monastery, I met a man who told me:

“Write a short note about who you are and why you wish to help.”

I did. I submitted it to the Dalai Lama’s palace headquarters.

To my surprise, the request was granted.

Within days, I was ushered into the Dalai Lama’s private chambers at the palace.

His secretary darted nervously around the room.
The energy was electric and unsettled.

I felt awkward, unworthy, and nervous.

And I wondered: why is even his secretary so anxious?

Then His Holiness stepped through the doorway.

A wide smile lit his face.
His body moved with ease. His gestures were fluid and unhurried.

The room’s tension shattered.

And I thought: how can he be so at ease when everyone around him is so anxious?

The contrast was striking.

His Holiness laughed with ease and his body was loose.
Yet, beside him, his secretary remained stiff, tense and on edge.

Again, I thought: what is happening here?
How can two people in the same room carry such opposite energies?

But what happened next changed everything for me.

In fact, the experience I had was so powerful that it has never left my body...to this day.

His Holiness spoke about the conflict between Tibet and China.

As he talked, I thought: What does this have to do with me?

And then it happened.
A wave — as palpable as the ocean — floated through me, cutting straight into my being.

It was a wave of pure grace.

I had no idea what “grace” even meant.
But my whole being was flooded with an energy that was unmistakable and undeniable.

And in that moment, I knew: this was GRACE.

I had to look back at the Dalai Lama again and again.

Who was this man?
What was happening to me?

What was this grace that filled my body and flooded my mind?

In that moment, I told him: I had just completed my PhD in clinical psychology.

I asked: “What can I do for your people?”

He smiled and said: “You can represent Tibet in America.”

He sent me to meet his sister at the Tibetan Health Department in exile.
And I did.

Back in the U.S., I began representing Tibet through Amnesty International.

At that time, only four sentences existed about their suffering.

After countless talks about the conditions of Tibetans in exile, the silence began to break.

Amnesty started recording the atrocities.

Two years later, the Dalai Lama was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.

For me, it was a living symbol of grace made visible in the world.

I am forever grateful to him for entrusting me to serve his people, and to witness their path of resilience and restoration.

This experience with the Dalai Lama planted the seed for all of my work today.

Grace, imagery, and imagination are not abstract ideas — they’re living forces that can heal the anxious mind.

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I was living in Tushita Monastery when I wrote that single page about wanting to help Tibet.

It felt small, almost foolish at the time.

And yet, it changed the course of my life.

Have you ever written something simple that opened a door you didn’t expect?