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The truck flipped three times . . .
I was distributing books at Western Kentucky University last week when I met a young man who became very excited when he saw the books I was distributing. As I showed him the books, he kept remarking "No way, no way!" Then he said to me, "I have to tell you something, but I have to meet with a teacher really quick." So I gave him my number and he called me after ten minutes. We met up again, and then he told me the story. He explained how he and his friends had been in a bad accident some months back. The F-250 truck that...
read moreImpressed, again impressed, even more impressed . . .
While in Minsk, Belarus, I was going around distributing books with Vaninatha Vasu Prabhu. I asked him how he joined. He was a doctor in Minsk, a cardiologist. One day, walking down the sidewalk, he saw a devotee at a book table. He stopped and asked about the books. The book distributor said, "They're about you, what you are, and what you aren't. You're not the body, you're the soul within." He had never heard such a thing before, said with such conviction. Impressed by the young man's response, he asked him,...
read morePious police and security officers get books
While distributing books from a table at a local college, I had one of the garlands of Sri Sri Rukmini-Dwarkadish (the Los Angeles Deities) on the book table. The garland attracted people with its beautiful colors and fragrance. It particularly caught the attention of a female security officer. She was so attracted to the garland that she ran over and said, "Where did you get this? It's beautiful!" I told her that it was from our temple — and now it is hers! I put it over her head. She was stunned. She said, "No, no,...
read moreMysticism in Melbourne
Whilst distributing on Queen Street in central Auckland, I stopped a man from Columbia. Sebastian used to be a peace activist, arranging protests against the drug trade, and now he is earning a Ph.D. at Melbourne University. As I presented Bhagavad-gita, he showed much interest. Then, however, he started intently examining the back cover of “Hiding in Unnatural Happiness” which I was holding in my other hand. Suddenly he grabbed the book. As he looked at the picture of Devamrita Swami on the back cover and exclaimed: “I know that man! One and...
read moreMercy at the mall
It was a quiet day at the shopping mall where I had my book table, and I was praying for some mercy. A South Indian lady was eager to take many books and wanted to give me only a couple of dollars. Then a gentleman (Nayak) showed up and said, “Give her whatever books she wants. Don’t worry about the money; it’s on me.” I thought he was her husband. So she took what she wanted and gave $2 and walked away. This man then asked what Gujarati books I have. I told him I had only a Caitanya-caritamrita set in Gujarati. He...
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