A Free Man
I was at Newyork Airport, in New Jersey, selling books alone in 1987. I was having a bad afternoon. About 5.30 P.M. it was difficult to even stop people. I started to become a little desperate, because for twenty minutes I could not stop one single person.
Then I started to pray to Krishna to help me (it works every time).
One Indian man come out of nowhere and walked right toward me at a very slow pace, though the other people around us were going very fast.
I showed him the large Gita and said: Bhagavad-gita!
He answered loud and clear: How much?
I said: Ten dollars.
From his shirt pocket he gave me a ten-dollar bill.
I said: Let's talk about yoga.
He answered: I am late for my flight. Don't worry. I have the Gita now, and I am a free man.
He gave me a nice smile and went on his way to the gate.
