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. So I put a ‘Raja Vidya’ and ‘Art of Eternal Love’ on top. Srila Prabhupada, ki jaya!...
read moreButcher’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 Waikato/Hamilton area they kill 3000 bobby calves per day (bobby means orphan, or taken away from their mothers after...
read moreDespite 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 will be coming up soon. He tried to discourage me by saying they won’t be interested and probably...
read moreA 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 alcohol that that drunkard went into this room. I rang the bell. A middle-aged woman opened the door. Her face...
read moreBook Distribution Bus Party Part – 02
We were 7 people on the bus party to Amravati, a district in Maharashtra state of India. This happened in a village called Shirajgaon. I was doing door to door book distribution and seeing a mediocre response I decided to do go for the banks and offices. I came to know that there is a local Maharashtra bank at walking distance from my location. so I was knocking doors and enquiring from the villagers. It was 11am. Mostly the village streets go empty after 10am because the farmers leave for their fields. I approached a home where the...
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