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 Krishna consciousness and offered a very generous donation. She chanted Hare Krishna with me on the street.
You’re next wait till you see me on the street. Or better still, your cousin will give you a book. I asked her to.
God, show me that you care!
I stopped a lady and got talking. She revealed that she’d been praying minutes before: “God, I know you’re out there, I know you care. Please show me a sign”.
And there I was, stopping her with “Hey, have you seen these before?”
She emptied her wallet and took one of each book I had. Then she remembered she had $20 in her jacket pocket; she also gave me that. When she chanted Hare Krishna for the first time, she began to cry profusely. Not tiny tears this was serious business. Passersby looked at me suspiciously while I stood there trying to look innocent. She cried for a full fifteen minutes before she gathered herself together, thanked me for the books, and left.
Mahabhagavat Dasa
