When I was writing about the difficulties and setbacks that the Master experienced, I often became deeply moved. Like writing about the time he was wandering around New York in the winter without a place to stay. On many occasions I was moved to tears.
我在寫法師所經歷的困頓、挫折時，常常大受感動，像寫到師父找不到掛單之處而在冬天的紐約街頭徘徊時，好幾次我都難過的哭了。