Growing up in a Buddhist family in Virginia in the '80s, I was often on the defensive about my family's beliefs. It was not unusual to be shunned by other kids because I did not believe in God the same way they'd been taught in church.
The pain, fear, sorrow and grief that all of us experience at moments in our lives can be overwhelming, as can the petty anger, the envy, the ambition and the greed that we experience almost every day.
After 15 years my faith in this practice, once so strong, turned to doubt. I began asking myself: What do I really know that is true? Who and what can I really trust? What has become of Lew, the person I used to be so many years before?