45 In brief, when calamities befall me like bolts of lightning,
It is the weapon of destructive karma returning upon me Just like the ironsmith slain by his own sword;
From now on I will be heedful of nonvirtuous acts.
May I reflect on the infinite acts of kindness showered upon me by mothers, fathers, friends, relatives and strangers from time without beginning. May I never dwell upon the hurt but turn my gaze to the help I have received in this and all past lives.
Cattāri Brahmavihārā 
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