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So please take a breath with me, breathing in and then letting go.
What if everything you thought mattered, didn’t matter? What if everything you thought mattered, didn’t matter? Twice in my life I saw money flying through the air like trash. The first time was in 1975 during the fall of Saigon, and when the last American troops fled from Vietnam. I saw our currency — our local currency became worthless. The second time, I was on a boat in the middle of the ocean in 1982. And the pirates had boarded our ship, our boat. People tried to offer them money, but the pirates had no use for money, and I saw them throw the money in the air.
I was born and raised in Vietnam during the time of war. Americans call this war the Vietnam War, but to the Vietnamese, it is the American War in Vietnam. And when the communists took over the South in 1975, my father was put into a reeducation camp. After three years, when they released him, he escaped on a boat. The following year, my mother and her six children tried to escape, but we got caught and put in jail.
And after the third attempt, they kept my mother, and they released the children home. That evening, my aunt came over and she said that she was going to escape with her family, and that she has space for just one of us. My grandmother was there, and she said to me, “Home, you must go. You are the eldest son of the family, and you are one of the twins. In case you die at sea, your mother would still have the other twin. You must go and find your father and find freedom for your family”.
The next evening, I found myself squeezed into a small fishing boat, about half the size of the stage, heading out into the South China Sea. We were successful in our escape, but on the third day, the engine died. It could not be fixed so we were just drifting.
On the fifth day, we ran out of food and water. Hungry and starving, the people divided into two camps, they’re cursing, and arguing, and fist-fighting with each other. On the sixth day, the pirates found us. Pirates did what the pirates do — they take valuables, jewelry, wedding rings, gold teeth. And when there was nothing left to take, they beat the men and raped the women.
But they also did something unexpected. Each time before they would leave, they would throw over to our boat a bucket of rice and water. This is how we survived. This unexpected mercy saved us. I come to understand that kindness and cruelty exist in all of us.
On the 13th day, I woke up and I looked around me, and I saw all these bodies, twisted, unconscious. I could not tell whether they were dead or alive. Needing fresh air, I crawled over their bodies, and I climbed on top of the roof deck. If you have seen the movie “Life of Pi,” you’ve seen some of what I experienced. I saw the vast turbulent sea with waves 20 feet high, and I realized how small I was.
And I looked out on the horizon. I saw the biggest waves. I was so frightened, I started to pray. I prayed to Jesus and Mary, and I prayed to the Buddha, and I prayed to my grandfather who had died a few months before. And I saw a bird — a seagull — fly by, and I prayed to the bird.
And I looked out on the horizon, again, this time the biggest of the waves was hurtling towards us. And I thought “This is the end.” So I took one last deep breath, I closed my eyes, I opened my arms, and I let go. In that moment, I felt the ocean was within me. My beating heart and the pounding waves was heaving as one. And that separation between the ocean and me dissolved. I could feel my heart and the ocean beating together. And I don’t know how long I sat there.
After 20 days, our boat crashed onto the shore of Thailand. There I stayed in a refugee camp, and I learned to speak English. “Hello, my name is Home. I come from Vietnam. How are you? Thank you very much. I want to come to America to see my father, and have freedom.”
What I experienced on the boat was a spiritual awakening. What I thought had mattered, didn’t matter. For example, money. Money that people had saved and hoarded, one moment became worthless. Starvation didn’t seem to matter, if your loved ones are hurt, or harmed. Violence didn’t seem to matter if you have to fight to survive another day. And even survival didn’t seem to matter. For me, it didn’t matter because I realized I belong to nature.
When I arrived in the United States, I reconnected with my family, with my father. Growing up in America, I would repress and forget all of these experiences. Being a teenager in America, I learned to fit in, and act cool, and sound cool, like, “Hey dude, what’s up man?” “Excellent!” We were from the San Fernando Valley in Southern California. “Whatever!”