I once stopped an old lady on the street in the center of Zagreb, Croatia, and offered her "A Second Chance." She immediately said, "I'm eighty-five years old, too old for that stuff," and then prepared to leave.
With a smile I pointed at her body and said, "Madam, this body of yours is eighty-five years old, but you are a soul, eternally young." The old lady smiled sweetly at this and went away, and I continued with sankirtan. But she soon returned and, with a smile on her face, said, "Nice words open every door." She then reached into her purse and pulled out a donation for "A Second Chance."