Two things that happened at the hospital:
- First of all, the nurse looking after Param when I arrived asked me what I do. I told her that I do volunteer work. When she asked me who for, and I told her Hare Krishna, she immediately began to tell me about the two weeks she had spent studying other religions in high school 20 years ago in Melbourne, and about the day she had spent at the temple there: the sights, the sounds, the food.
- Secondly, as we were leaving, I deviated momentarily and bought a bottle of Coke from a vending machine. Coke is a good appetite suppressant, and artificially boosts your energy if you haven’t slept enough. It’s not so good for your teeth, and can throw you into a cycle of dependency very easily, but anyway, as soon as the bottle hit the dispenser of the vending machine I hear a voice: “Haribol!”
A random person working in the hospital turns out to have lived on the farm in Murwillambah (New Govardhana). We chatted for a few moments and Param gave him a Loft flyer.
Krishna sees what you do, everywhere, all the time.
