Dear Friends,
Here in Warsaw, when the sankirtan devotees returned to the temple last evening, one of them told me that while crossing the street, he had gotten hit by a car going a couple of miles an hour. Didn't hurt him, but broke his book trolley. The driver was freaked out, crying and apologising profusely. The devotee assured her he wouldn't call the police, but insisted she take a cookbook and a Bhagavad-gita. She did, plus she paid for his broken trolley. He also made her promise to read