Monday, October 26th, 2015
Officer Smith ended up walking with Vivasvan and I for a few yards. At that time, I mentioned to him how team work is required. “In our tradition, with roots from India, people like me try to give guidance and direction. We are pro-active. In your role as a ksatriya, a member of the warrior class, you are re-active, assisting those who can't follow the directives.”
The officer, who was really nice, remarked, “A warrior – I’ve never heard it put that way.”
There was more response from the public, a residual effect of the pilgrimage story being covered in the ‘Indiana Gazette.’ One woman we met told us she was on her way to pick up her sons, 17 & 4, to go out harvesting hickory nuts. Another woman stopped her car right on the road while the traffic was lulled. With tears in her eyes she asked if I was the one walking. I said, “Yes!” In the passenger’s seat was her son who was suffering from an anxiety attack and so she was bringing him to a gospel place of prayer. I shook hands with him and encouraged him towards upbeatness.
“The sun is shining. Just look up. There’s God.”
Naturally I prayed for him.
Our gracious host for the evening was a family from Gujarat who manage a ‘Quality Inn.’ For the evening stay, there was no problem. For an evening meal, no problem. Then I proceeded to say something from Chapter Nine of the Bhagavad-gita.
“Currently we are all duratma which means we are a bit crooked. We must strive towards greatness – mahatma.”
May the Source be with you!
23 miles / 37 km