The mystic rickshaw driver

Once, many years ago, I discovered something that revolutionized my life.

I met a rickshaw driver in Calcutta named Ramchandra, who, although he was dying of a painful disease and was so poor that he had to sell his skeleton before he died, still he was a man filled with faith and interior joy.

He was a man who had reincarnated himself during this life.

I suddenly realized, I was in the presence of a mystic who had rediscovered life.

He was alive; I was dead.

from The Way to Love by Anthony DeMello