"Would you accept a book as a gift?" my parents asked. I told them, "Sure, of course, I love books." They then explained that maybe I wouldn’t like it because it is written by a priest. They are always sort of trying to bring me back to Catholicism, to make me realize my mistake of not being a follower of the religion I grew up with. I know they love me, and they have the best of intentions. They have gifted similar books before, and I have read them, extracting and learning good things.

What if I gave them a book about the Yogi philosophy? Or even asked them to read these emails? Well, I have tried before, but they just won’t do it.