The wise old man stroked his beard and stared

The wise old man stroked his beard and stared coldly at me as if he was burning the answer in my soul.

I sighed, "Once again, paper or plastic?" He raised his bushy eyebrows and glared. "The answers you seek are within you." "Um...Okaay, Credit or Cash?"

This time he said nothing, but his sage eyes spoke volumes. He was right. Here I was, stuck at this dead end job & going nowhere. I needed to find myself. He would become my guru.

And so I followed my guru everywhere, wordlessly. I did not need him to tell me what to do, I just needed to walk in his foot steps. The lady that lived in his ashram called him

Walks With Silence. I suspected this was her way of sneering at my devotion to the guru. I just new she was calling me a poser but since I was busy shuting up and walking in his

"So sorry chum. I guess I must have stopped abruptly in front of you." Hmmm. So he was going to play dumb, is he. I can play too. "As a matter Sir, you did. If that bird hadn't put

his feathers into that puddle of honey, this would have never happened."

To deal with this emotional trauma he Vegas to seek out therapy, as well as ReiKi sessions. What a difference they made!

He died broke and alone, but more emotionally well than he had been in ages.