From Madhumangal in South Africa
Distributing Srila Prabhupada's books at the annual Woodstock music festival, I was on my way back down to the main stage to get a fresh supply of books. A flatbed truck stopped next to me, at the back of truck a noisy group of young girls and boys, cheering each other, beers in their hands, their mood seemed to suggest: Let's party! The driver opened up the window and spoke to me: "Hullo, what are those books you have there," he asked curios to know. I told him that I was a traveling monk, and that the books I had were books of higher knowledge. He got out, I introduced myself to him and showed him Srila Prabhupada's books. We began talking, as I explained to him what each book was about. He liked the books, and began to ask me many interesting questions. I asked him if he would like to take a book. Sure he said, and we began diving into the nectar of Srila Prabhupada's books. Impatiently, the young boys shouted from the back of the truck: "Come on now, let's go, let's move". The young man whom I was speaking to said "Listen, just wait now okay, I am speaking to this guy,". They calmed down. I thanked him for taking the books and told him not to forget to utilize the knowledge and teachings in them and gave him a big hug. The young boys called out from the back, "Hey, where's my hug, I didn't get one.! He thanked me for the books and said that he was looking forward to reading them. Off they rode, looking for the party, the man who took the books was on his way back home, back to Godhead!
