Brampton, Ontario
Teeth and Legs
Whenever I go to the
dental clinic, I bring with me a bag of goodies. Today, it was just apples and oranges meant
for the dental staff. The large produce
market wasn’t yet open, so I settled for what the local convenience store had
to offer. The lady in front of me, by
the purchase counter, took forever. Her
legs were shaking from some condition. I
felt for her, and even more so when I saw her pulling out card after card to check
for a lottery win. It went on.
Anyway, I got my apples
and oranges. The staff were pleased,
including Naomi. She was my dental
cleaner for the day. She asked, “Are you
a Hindu…?” She didn’t know what to say. I spared her with, “I’m a monk, a Hare
Krishna monk.”
“Oh, I’ve been to your
festival on the Island (referring to the Toronto Island, and Ratha Yatra). I love it.
All that singing and dancing.”
“Did you just happen
to be there and bump into us?” I asked.
“No, I went
specifically to experience it.”
Naomi also told me
she’s done three walks involving traveling the entire length of Queen Street,
Bloor Street and Yonge Street, from Newmarket to the Lake (Ontario). These are, of course, actual marathon-length
walks. She did admit to fear of dogs in
more remote countryside places.
“Do dogs bother you?”
she asked.
“Not much, but
mosquitoes, they are something else.”
She also shared her
love for George Harrison’s “My Sweet Lord,” and how it just raises your spirit.
May the Source be with
you!
5 km
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