Over the weekend I completed the Shambhala Heart of Warriorship program, along with about 40 other people. At our graduation ceremony, we were all given pins symbolizing the Great Eastern Sun. I put mine on and was wearing it when I rode the train home.
Also on the train were two Mormon missionaries. They sat across from me. Each wore a missionary badge (just like the ones worn by these young missionaries).
I looked at my pin. I looked at their badges. I had to laugh. I'm pretty sure they thought I was crazy. Which could explain why they left me alone for the duration of the trip.
They both looked worn out, though. A little discouraged, maybe. Yesterday was Pride here in the city. Poor kids must think they've been stationed in Sodom. Or Gomorrah.