“In the ’90s, I met the Dali Lama in Berea, Kentucky. He was receiving an honorary doctorate. I told my mother I was going, and of course, being Jewish, she was very upset with my Buddhism. She said, ‘What would you do if I got sick the day you were going to Kentucky?’ I said, ‘I’d send you a get well card and I would still go.’

Then she said, ‘Well, what would you do if I died?’ I told her, ‘I would send my siblings a sympathy card and still go to Kentucky.’

That was the best day of my life.”

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