a life of adventure

Dear Prabhus, Please accept my humble obeisances. All glories to Srila Prabhupada. Mantreal, Canada One morning recently I was on my way to offices from the temple with some books. I was already late, so I was hurrying to the metro to try some other areas. I found that the metro station was not operating, so the lady in charge told all of us to go outside and a bus would come to take us to another metro station. I went out and was hit by a cold blast of air -- Montreal. Standing in the queue for long time, I tried to approach the few people around me. I was getting more and more worried about becoming even later for my work, but I knew that the books in my bag were very dangerous: I didn't know where they would take me. While standing in line, I met an aspiring devotee whose parents were following a little bit of Krsna consciousness. She had been to the temple a few times, so I had a nice time speaking with her. She became my friend. After a long wait the bus finally arrived, and after boarding we continued our conversation. It was no nice speaking with her. I gave her a Nectar of Instruction. Finally, I went to some other metro station where I never usually go. While inside the metro I thought of giving out some books, but I also wanted to read the NOI to get some inspiration. Suddenly two policemen entered the metro. I was so scared they might fine me for distributing books inside the metro. I thought this was a good excuse for me to sit quietly and read the NOI, which I did. I had hardly read one line when an old man in front of me, whom I had not even noticed, saw the few books in my hand and asked me, "Can I purchase one of these books?Ó The police were right behind me, so I thought, "Oh, these books make a real adventure of my life! They will not allow me to do what I want, namely read. They always want my attention and want to go to their real owner." With this I felt like I was completely under the care and shelter of the books and boldly gave several to the old man, not worrying about the policemen. I gave him an SSR and a Bhagavad-gita, and he gave a nice donation. He was so happy to have the books. I did not even say a word to him: I just gave them to him when he asked. The books are wonderful, nondifferent from Guru and Krishna. They are so merciful that they themselves attract people to them. This incident shattered my ego, my idea that "I am distributing books." Actually it is Guru and Krishna who distribute the books. I am just an unfaithful tool whom they mercifully engage even though I'm unqualified. Your servant, Lakshmi dd Vijaya (das) HDG (USA) wrote: > Hari bol Dravida Prabhu, could you please edit this for me. > Your servant, Vijaya das > > > > I was going office to office from the temple in the morning with some > books, I > was already late so I was hurrying to the metro to try some other areas. I > found that the mertro station was not operating so the lady in charge > told all > of us to go outside and one bus will come which take us to another metro > station, I went out and it was so cold, Montreal. Standing in Q for > long time I > tried to approach the few around me. I was more worried about getting more > late, but knew that these books are very dangerous, if they are in my > bag I > don't know where they will take me. > > While in line just before me I met an aspiring devotee whose parents > are also > following a little bit of KC. She comes some times to the temple, so I > had a > nice time speaking to her, she became my friend. The bus came after a long > time, we were also in bus together speaking, it was no nice speaking > to her. I > gave her NOI. > > Finally I went to some other metro station were I never usually go. Then I > got into the metro I thought of giving books (but internally also had the > desire to read NOI (to get some inspriration) then two policemen entered > the metro where I was, I was so scared that they might fine me for > distributing > books inside the metro and thought it was good excuse for me to > quietly sit and > read NOI, so I sat to read. I had hardly read one line and one old man in > front of me whom I had not even noticed, saw the few books in my hand, and > asked me, "Can I purchase one of these books? (the police were just > behind me), > so I felt, "Oh these books make a real adventure of my life, and will > not leave > me to do what I like (read) they always want my attention and want to > go to > their owner." With this I felt like I was completely under the care > and shelter > of the books and boldly gave him the books not worrying about the > policemen, I > gave him SSR and BG and he gave a nice donation, he was so happy to > have the > books, I did not even say a word to him, I just gave them to him when > he asked. > > The books are wonderful, non different from Guru and Krishna, so > merciful, they > themselves attract people to them. This incident scattered my ego, > with the > idea that "I am distributing books," actually it is Guru and Krishna > distributing books, and I am just an unfaithful tool, whom they mercifully > accept even though I'm unqualified. > > Yhs > Lakshmi > >From Montreal, Canada > (Text D:2151787) ------------------------------------------- > > ------- End of Forwarded Message ------ > (Text D:2184696) ------------------------------------------- ------- End of Forwarded Message ------