Ujjain, India
Got A Call
I was studying the
reading material given to me when I received a call from Winnipeg, Canada. It was Daruka on the other end of the
line. He had been my support person one
and a half trips across the country. He
and his good companion, Billie the parrot, had been a great back-up team, but
it was Daruka, now on the line, sounding not so good. He’s currently in the hospital recuperating
from his third auto accident since 2014.
Each incident was the
other guy’s fault and each time it’s like a message from on high saying, “Maybe
your driving days are over.”
One thing that is for
sure is that there’s some bad carma
here and I really feel for Daruka who has done so much for the walking mission,
and is overall a good-hearted person.
He’s needing prayers. He’s asking
and I’ll deliver, and I’ll ask right now for others who know him, or may not,
to reach out for his wellness. He said
this time his thigh got jammed between the driver’s door that was banged inward,
and the steering wheel. The door had to
be cut through in order to free him.
He’s in pain and can’t walk right now.
He’s bedridden.
I recall in our
travels together numerous times when I would be a harsh critic toward the automobile
culture. It would sound like a curse to
Daruka whenever I would express something pejorative on the topic, but now he
admits perhaps the remarks were highly realistic.
Nevertheless, the
whole thing is traumatic for him as much as it is physically challenging. He and I travelled tens of thousands of miles
together. No such collision. Now it’s getting too repetitive. Please pray.
May the source be with
you!
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