Once I entered into the plane, I took my seat in the ambassador-class section and was getting ready to write poems. In five minutes’ time the same man came to me with a pillow and a blanket and said, “God, take this!”
Previously he was mad at me, but this time he was joking. I didn’t say anything to him. I just smiled. God didn’t accept his offering, but God was grateful to him.
Then he put the pillow and blanket on the seat next to me.
WE 43. 11 June 1982↩