Yes, I want to connect! Yes, I want to connect!
At the end of my shift for the evening, I had a hardcover Bhagavad-gita and a "Chant and Be Happy" in my hands. I saw a young man outside a bar with a drink in one hand, a cigarette in the other. He was leaning against the wall, head down, looking dejected and morose. I asked him whether he’d ever tried yoga or meditation, and he said he’d done “hot yoga” (this is an aerobics-style workout in a...
Marathon Remembrances from Toronto
Cousin Nick! A lady was walking down the street when I waved to her. She stopped, came right up to me, and said, “Hey, Nick, how are you? It’s been so long.” When I looked at her doubtfully, she took a more careful look and said she thought I looked like her Greek cousin Nick who stands the way I stood and waves the way I waved, and smiles the way I smile. Well, thanks Cousin Nick! Your cousin took seven books on...
Doctor Gets Books
I stopped a smart looking man in Bethlehem, Tauranga: “Sir, looking smart today. Are you the Mayor?” He explained that he was actually a doctor and already knew Bhagavad Gita and the devotees from Murwillumbah. He was so favorable, and I showed him the ‘Teachings of Lord Kapiladeva.’ I saw he was wearing an ice breaker thermal, and I said jokingly that he could donate that but he opted to donate a $20 instead....
Butcher’s Material life Butchered
I was going door to door in Hamilton with Bhakta Christian and we went to a house where we met Quinton. He was a young man (mid 20s) and a father of three. He supported his family by being a butcher at a local slaughterhouse (or freezer works as they call them in New Zealand), where, he told me, they kill 2700 calves per day. For this he gets a thousand dollars per week. He mentioned that at another slaughterhouse in the...
Despite Discouragement
I was going door to door in Hamilton’s poorest area (ruff looking state houses) when I saw a young man dressed like a hoodlum on a BMX. I stopped him and said, “Hey! Are you a rapper or break-dancer?” He stopped and managed to give me $2 and take a 'Raja-Vidya.' I found out that he lived up the driveway where I would go after the house I was about to approach. So I told him to tell his mates and brother I...
A Drunk, a Car accident, a Candle & Chocolate
We were distributing books in Lithuania, in a town called Panevezys, in the former Soviet Union. I entered an old dormitory, where usually poor people live. I decided to start from the fifth floor. Before entering the doors to the corridor of the fifth floor, I met a drunkard. He took and looked at a book, but was without money. So I wished him good luck and continued. I came to the first door, and I understood from the smell of...
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