Travels with Swami - CHAPTER 8. Amazing Grace
As I started my senior year at Brooklyn College in the fall of 1966, I had no idea what the concept of “grace” was, other than something Christian people said before a meal. By the following June, I had been fully graced by grace – and boy was I grateful!
The fall semester started off with a bang.
Literally, as in bang-bang. She shot me down.
The girl I’d just started going out with, the one I was so hopeful about “ran off” with my former good friend – on my birthday. What a strange phrase, ran off. They actually strolled off, and my friend quit our fraternity. Why wouldn’t he? He got the girl.
I took it poisonally.
It was my BIRTHDAY, for badness sakes, kind of a boy’s version of “It’s My Party, and I’ll Cry if I Want To.”