The Fruit is Not Ripe At Times

Book distributing can be a little daunting at times. But most times it’s pretty interesting, especially when you get to meet all sorts of people. On a recent visit to my dentist I brought along the local “Message of Godhead (MOG)” I mean, you’ll never know who you’re going to meet and when.

After the scaling was done, I took out the MOG at the reception. At first the lady was a little apprehensive. I told her she could give me any amount as a donation. Then the head nurse who attended to me earlier came over. She looked at the MOG and said she worships Durga-devi. I told her it was alright. Then she asked me whether I was giving her the MOG to which I replied in the affirmative.

To my delight, she took out 10 bucks as a donation. I told her that it was a lot. She smiled and said she will read it.

Oh, I did mention a little daunting at first. Well, it was another visit to another dentist. This time it was my grandmother’s dentist. As usual I whipped out the MOG to the receptionist cum nurse. She looked at it as though it was something untouchable. She didn’t even want to look at it. She just said neither the doctor nor her like such things. Well, I took it in my stride. Like the saying goes the fruit is not ripe to receive. I wished her well.

Lest assured I will still keep on distributing the Message of Godhead.

All glories to Srila Gurudeva!

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