The day after Persistence crashed, I brought her to my friend, Bobby, who lives in Miami. We had planned to do this at least a week beforehand. I had bought 3 large boards and a carpet for the floor. For the next week, Bobby spent every night after a long day's work laboring on her. Building the new floor over her naked inside, cleansing the oil-soaked carpets, installing a light inside, polishing the chrome, painting over rusted parts, fixing the gas fume leak, installing a dress on the bed to hide the frame, fixing the solar panel which had fallen off. Last night, I went to pick her up and hardly recognized the van. She was born again! Inside it looks like a home. Driving her around, I discovered that the smell of gas was gone. My body would be happy to live in such a clean environment. Bobby did all of this for me as a gift. He said he did it because "it makes my heart feel good. I am happy when I see others happy." He also said that he's trying to learn more about spirituality because he hasn't had time to attend satsangs. "I've fallen behind," he said.
All my love,