Saturday, August 6th, 2016
Good Cop, Bad Cop
Police authorities continue to remain an integral part of our cross U.S. walk. A well-built officer came to “check me out” just as I was about to enter the small city of Seward. He admitted that he liked what I was doing.
“I’m always pushing the fitness model to my associates.” The officer was telling me he has to restrain himself from going overboard with his hype.
On parting, I mentioned that the police have been awesome in taking interest in our pilgrim project.
“That’s good to hear,” said the officer, considering there’s been some negative publicity going out toward police in America, a lot of it having to do with racial issues. Everyone’s heard the case of an officer who shot a motorist who was merely reaching for his wallet. The fellow died. The passenger, his girlfriend, filmed the whole thing.
When Mandala was waiting by the side of a dirt road at mid-day, with the intent to serve me and co-walker Chaitanya Chandra, with water and fruit, a heavy-set, stereotypical, “tough” sheriff pulled up to see what was going on. He came to the passenger’s side of the van. When Mandala turned to grab for his ID, the officer shouted, “Hey, stop moving!” He was ready to reach for his gun. “What are you doing here?” asked the officer.
“I’m just waiting for The Walking Monk,” implored Mandala. The sheriff slowly relaxed and left.
May the Source be with you!