hasunoha

About textbooks on morality

I'm sorry for your busy schedule.
I want you to listen to what has always been ruined in your heart.

There are things that remain in my mind about the contents of morality textbooks I saw a long time ago.

A young man on the bus got on.
Young people took priority seats.
An elderly person got on at the next bus stop, but the young people didn't change their seats.
A passenger in another seat shouts “I wish I could change” and “I'm young.”
The young man is sitting face-down.
The old man said, “I'll get off next, so it's fine.” I said, and got off the bus at the next bus stop.
The next moment, the passengers were amazed.
The young people also got off the bus, but the young man was lame.
The passengers were wrapped in silence, and the bus left the bus stop.

When I read this story, I felt that “in the end, people will complain no matter what you do, and if you don't want to be misunderstood, you shouldn't sit in a priority seat or get on the bus.”

I don't remember the interpretation the teacher gave me, probably because it seemed like there wasn't much salvation, and I was shocked.

How does the monk feel when he reads this story?
What did this story teach the kids?

4 Zen Responses

“Someone” is about me + apology

 I see.
First, there's a contradiction in this story.
There is a saying, “A young man got on the bus.” When the young man got on the bus, didn't anyone notice that the young man was lame? That's it. Also, if you have trouble walking, you should have crutches or the like.
Well, leave that alone (laughs)

There's something I'm a little worried about during your question, so I'll write that first.
Who is the phrase “if you don't want to be misunderstood, you shouldn't sit in a priority seat or get on the bus”? It can also be read as if it were directed at “young people with foot disabilities” from the context. If that were the case, it would be a discriminatory idea against people with disabilities. Everyone has the right to ride a bus or take a priority seat.

Well, I use notebooks issued by a publishing company called “Takahashi Shoten” every year, and every year, this company collects “quotes and sayings from people close to me that made me want to make notes in my notebook” and decides the grand prize.
In 2006, the phrase “someone” means oneself” received the “Entry Award”.
The following comments were attached to this work.
“Once upon a time, it was school cleaning time. It was so cold that day that no one wanted to go replace the bucket of water, and I was always rinsing rags with muddy water. Everyone was hoping someone would go. Then the teacher scolded everyone and wrote these words on the blackboard. After that, thanks to these words, I was able to do anything without hesitation. (abbreviated)”
It was a story like this. I see. If you feel like it, you can act on your own.

What is the point of the story in your question
“A passenger in another seat says behind his back, “I wish I could change” and “I'm young.”
I think it's part of. I sat down and said, “I wish someone would back. There's a young man over there. I think it's not good to have selfish thoughts such as “that person should give up.” I think it's a story about noticing, let's move your seat yourself.

How about it?

Postscript apology
I'm sorry for my misreading of the subject of “If you don't want to be misunderstood...” But I'm glad I misunderstood.

I like these memories better

It was about 10 years ago, and in particular, I was doing a questionnaire for people over 60. “Do you want me to give up my seat?” It seems that 72% of people answered NO to this. Does the common sense of “give up your seat to an elderly person” really be compassionate to the person who has been given up?

Well, one day, I was riding an unreserved seat on the bullet train. This is the aisle side seat at the back. Then, after going 2 or 3 stations, 5 women wearing kimonos came on board. I think the four of them have passed their 60th birthday. And the other person was called a “teacher” by those 4 people. She was a woman with many wrinkles engraved on her face, and her hair was a splendid silver color, yet her back stretches quickly, and her legs are smooth, making me feel a certain core that would have been cultivated over many years through traditional culture such as Japanese dance or tea flower arrangement.

I lifted my hips lightly and said, “Shall we sit down?” I asked. I always ask for the other party's wishes before handing them over. The teacher said, “I'll get off at the next station right away.” The women around me said, “That's all for you, so I wish I could hang out.”

A young lady about college age, who was behaving suspiciously while watching it, gathered up her courage and uttered a thin voice saying, “Ah, um... please sit down.” The teacher didn't sit down.

Then, this time, a businessman with a good job, spoke cheerfully. “Hey, I'm going to smoke, so don't sit in the meantime! I'll be home in 5 or 6 minutes.” The teacher said, “OK, let's keep your seat in the meantime,” and sat for about 10 minutes until the businessman came back. And everyone around them had a small smile.

The act of giving up a seat is not a “matter of consequences” of who was standing or who was sitting. Instead of looking at the attributes of “elderly” or “young people,” it is important that you and I face each other right in front of you right now. Therefore, it is only when there is a game of catch in the heart that it becomes a good intention that makes the heart feel radiant. And good intentions lead to good intentions, and everyone is happy.

Give up because you're old, hand over because you're young... whether you're old or young, you're not facing the person in front of you, so it leaves a somewhat unsatisfactory, fuzzy snag. Isn't this attitude of looking only at attributes and not facing the person himself actually weakens the connection between people?

It was just yesterday.

Blue Caterpillar

This is Kawaguchi Hidetoshi. This is my humble answer to the question.

It was just yesterday.

On the way back from picking up the child at the nursery school, it seemed like the person in front of the car and the old man who was jobo-yobo were talking about something through the car window at the traffic light when entering the slope heading to the temple. I thought they were listening on the street, but then I came here with a troubled face.

No matter what, when I opened the window, they wanted me to put it on.

Well, can I put the blue bug on here?

The person in the car in front of me probably declined, but the traffic light seemed to turn green, so soon I asked them to get on, and they just got on.

The decision to put on what was decided was the opponent's eye.

I trusted that person because of eye complaints that they were really in trouble and were asking for help.

When I asked the reason while riding, they said that they had mild heatstroke, and they no longer had enough physical strength to walk home on a slope.

From there, I sent them to my apartment which is about 1 kilometer long. My little son also sensed the situation in his own way, and he said “bye-bye” and gladly saw him off.

Honestly, there's no right answer. All of these are stories where you only need to make excuses by saying that they can't be helped.

I suddenly thought that the problem was, after all, how to make decisions in the blink of an eye and be able to face the situation sincerely.

If my poor judgment was wrong, I might have been involved in an accident or crime. So, of course, refusing as a suspicious person is also the correct answer.

Well, I think it feels like you won't know which one is the correct answer until you try it, you won't know until you get results, and then it's about how to face it sincerely.

However, this is something I would like to do so that it is not an imposition of good intentions, and in terms of Buddhism, not to expect anything in return.

Kawaguchi Hidetoshi Gassho

I thought back-talk was a problem.

Just like Daiji said, I thought it was important to play catch and face each other. All 3 people are facing each other and having a conversation with their “teacher.” Even so, there are times when it's not easy to get them to sit down.

On the other hand, in the story quoted by Mr. Blue Caterpillar, none of the people who said give up their seats are trying to have a direct conversation with that young man. They don't face each other and don't try to have a conversation; they talk in the direction the day before tomorrow, talk behind their backs, and try to move young people with it. I thought that was the problem.

You can't answer someone you don't intend to have a direct conversation with. Whoever said, “I think you should give up your seat, why don't you give up?” If asked, “It's my fault!” or “I'm lame” or “I'm so sorry I'm so sleepy right now” or “I didn't notice it! (Mie Mie) I'll give it to you!” You can respond like, “I'm sitting here for a good reason, but I don't want to explain it right now, sorry, please understand,” but if you talk behind your back, there's nothing you can do about it.

I thought that was the problem.

Occasionally, not limited to stories about giving up or not giving up seats, people in a position like the young people in this story say, “Why don't you give up!?” When asked interrogatively, I was answered “actually...” and “Excuse me!” There have been a few times where I returned it and had it returned like “no no, it's fine.” Tanbi: “Why do I make my own decisions? I think “everyone has their own circumstances...” and I regret it, but it's not easy to make use of it. So I think “deciding” is also an issue. I'm sorry.

Please take a seat in the priority seat. If they don't listen, I think I have no choice but to ignore it. I'm sorry. If someone like me makes a decision and listens to me, I would be happy if they answered carefully if they could afford it.

Speaking of which, there was also a story about Ono Sarasa's “The Person in Trouble” about her boyfriend who seems better to sit in the priority seat because she has an unusual illness, but since she seems to be doing well, she still doesn't sit in the priority seat for fear of misunderstanding.