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Full of Compassion

In the very early days at Bhaktivedanta Manor, we were paupers living in a castle, without money for the basic necessities, food, clothing, shelter, transportation, to mention a few! Many of us worked untold hours overtime trying to maintain the Manor and the devotees, often at some expense to our Sadana. Sriman Tribhuvanatha Prabhu was still a young devotee, but always enthusiastic, uncomplaining, the head of the mismatched socks, holes in the soles of the shoes, torn dhoti sampradaya who would unrelentingly get out to distribute books and perform Harinam. And, he maintained his sadhana.
Once, coming down the side stairs at the manor, we met and he inquired, "How's your Japa? Are you getting your rounds done?" To this day I feel touched by his concern. He was not insinuating nor accusing, he genuinely inquired out of compassion for our situation and the effect it was having on those of us who were trying to maintain. Except for Srila Prabhupada in 1967, no one else has ever asked me this question. I will always remember this gesture coming from the non-envious heart of a Vaishnava.

Hari Bol!

by Malati dd

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