Yonge St., Toronto
Curiosity at Sam’s
The two lads, middle-aged, were
sitting on the steps at Toronto Metropolitan University, at the former sight of
the iconic “Sam the Record Man” on south Yonge St. The one more hefty-built one
waved me over and had oodles of questions.
“I’ve been with some beautiful
women and also some not so beautiful. Some were great people. Some were just
demons. Could you comment?”
“We live in a world of duality –
good and bad. Life teaches us to keep an even-mindedness in all circumstances
and at the same time we should choose our best company that is most favorable.”
“Good enough. Can you give me
some lesson to live with?” He continued.
“Certainly. Let’s get our
identity right. We are not flesh. We are not these bodies. We are, in essence, spirits
and we are here to serve others as spirits. Our purpose is to look after each
“How long have you been a monk
with Krishna?” asked the second fellow.
“I joined when I was twenty, a
mere forty-nine years ago. I joined the ashram when we were on Gerrard St. in
the Cabbagetown section. There were days when, as part of my service, I would
come right to this spot when the famous music store was here. I would be
accompanied by another monk and we would approach pedestrians and try to
interest them in the teachings of the Bhagavad-gita. At times, I met
Sam, the Record Man. He was nice.”
Our conversation went on for a
bit until my walking partner, Vallabha, met me after being lost. It was great meeting
those guys that were supportive and had questions – questions of what I just
gave a sampling. I left them with a gift.
May the Source be with you!