Man Without Arm
I took a gamble and tried walking down the street to my accommodation, a long block from the temple. That was a mistake. Inflammation increased in the left foot and redness from the infection was enhanced.
I did go for a blood sample as well as X-rays. Diagnosis is yet to come. While in the waiting room, the inauguration of Donald Trump was being broadcast on the screen.
The person driving me, Krishna Krpa, a lively human with a bhakti heart, mentioned that the same broadcast was on all channels.
“Really?” I said, and I meant it.
What really boosted my spirit, was that short but sour walk which I risked my health on. A hydro truck was parked on the side of the street where two workmen were doing repairs to the hydro lines above. One of the fellows was missing an arm; let’s say half of one. From his right shoulder down to the elbow, he utilized what was there, while the complete left apparatus acted in full swing. He was moving a cable and wrapping it around his intact arm. It was done with such expertise, I think he could probably do just about anything; even in his sleep.
“How’s it going?” I asked him.
“Great!” I think I heard him make a happy whistle.
“Mr. Upbeat. Mr. Nothing Gets Me Down,” I thought. “How about, Mr. Life Is Wonderful?”
His spirit reminded me of my Dad, and more-so, my guru, Srila Prabhupada. It’s those kinds of people who inspire.
May the Source be with you!