Montreal.
Quebec
Responding
Human
life is about service to others.
I had
arrived at Montreal airport from an overnight flight, a red-eye, from
Vancouver. While waiting for my pickup, a wheel-chaired, elderly woman came
meekly before me.
“Can
I borrow your phone?” she asked.
I dialed
the number after she dictated and then handed my cell to her.
She
spoke into it, asking, “Where are you? I'm at Zone C… Just a minute, this monk
here said he would wheel me to where you are. Okay?”
Off
we went, with me pushing the wheelchair and her baggage. It was a service. She
was grateful.
Once
I arrived in the downtown, I took that much-needed trek on Rue Sainte-Catherine.
A group of men, drinking, noticed me. One scurried up behind me, and said in
French, “ Donnez-moi vos benedictions?”
He
asked for blessings. I was impressed being that he was young. I then placed my hands
on his head and said, “Om ajnana
timirandhasya…” A common mantra meant to invoke the mercy of past priests.
I saw
this gesture as a service.
Not
but five minutes later into the walk and a person in the distance shouted,
“Hare Krishna! Come into my apartment and see my artwork.”
“Fine,
thanks!” I was greeted by a young dog. He also wanted blessings. I also
delivered a mantra to him. “Hare Krishna!” I think he appreciated it. This was
also a service.
May
the Source be with you!
6 km
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