By Alvin Alexander. Last updated: May 17, 2013
When I was a young child -- maybe ten years old -- a pretty Hari Krishna girl came up to me in an airport, pinned a fake flower on my shirt, and asked if I could give her a “donation.” When I showed her that I didn’t have any money, she pulled the flower off my shirt so hard she almost ripped it, and walked away. There’s no Zen in that. (And there is Zen in that.)