Saturday, May 28th,
2016
Port Clinton, Ohio
Crash of Glass
There was a crash of
glass just ahead of us to break the silence, and even more than that - a human
voice coming from an angry woman shouted, "And don't come back!"
With that emerged a
man of good build, an Afro-American, as was she, telling by the voice. The door had slammed at this early hour of
4:30 am. The oncoming man noticed us and
so I took the lead in conversing with him.
"Is everything
okay?"
"Yeah, it's
alright!"
"We're walking
to San Francisco!" and so a friendship began. "Don't let that, whatever was going on
back there, bother you!" I suggested.
"No, I won't,
but I tell yah I've never met a monk before.
You've made my day!" And he
then ventured off happily to work, or so he said he was doing.
Another precious
moment came when Uttamananda and I met a security person, Bonnie, outside a
factory of sorts. She sent a message
after our exchange via email.
"Good morning to
the Walking Monk. I met you while on
duty this morning."
May the Source be
with you!
18 miles
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