I called a local representative from Amnesty International for advice. If you are to help him, you must find a way to give him hope. But when I encouraged Tenzin to talk about his experiences, he held up his hand and stopped me. Your job is not to ask me questions. Your job is to teach me to love again.
Tibetan tea is strong black tea laced with yak butter and salt.
But that is what I did. For several weeks, Tenzin, his wife, and I sat together, drinking tea. We also worked with his doctors to find ways to treat his physical pain. But it was his spiritual pain that seemed to be lessening. Each time I arrived, Tenzin was sitting cross-legged on his bed, reciting prayers from his books.