Silently Wished

When I had been a disciple only a year or two, I went on a bus trip from New York to Canada with Guru and a group of disciples. Guru came down the aisle offering little candies as prasad. Since I was sitting at the back of the bus, I was one of the last to take the prasad. As Guru started back up the aisle toward his seat in the front, I powerfully but silently wished that I could take prasad to my family back in Seattle. Guru immediately turned around and came back. He gave me all the remaining candies and said, "Please take these to your family." On another occasion, I visited one of the stores owned by the disciples and wrote a letter to Guru appreciating first the good qualities of the store and then the good qualities of the disciples who owned it. That evening, at the function, Guru read out the first part of the letter, about the store. He then set the letter down on the floor. I was sitting way at the back of the hall. Inwardly, I wondered why he hadn't read out the second part. Guru then reached way down to the floor, retrieved the letter and read out the second part about the owners.

Nayak (Seattle)