I needed to see a doctor. The doctor’s office was some distance away from where I lived. All of you who have been to India know what it means to ride a bicycle through a very busy town. Pretty stressed, I arrived.
Upon entering the office, a peaceful atmosphere greeted me. I saw many people sitting patiently and quietly in a very small, confined space. They were waiting to hear their names called, and I noticed no magazines, journals, comic books, or daily newspapers, for me to read to pass the time.
A little irritated and a little judgmental, I sat down. After pretending to be comfortable for a few minutes, I noticed something strange . . . a feeling of peace. I took a closer look around the room and discovered a framed message. It said:
I humbly took this as a beautiful lesson.
Truly, India helped me learn that my expectations can stop me from hearing my soul.
Till next time!