Siddhartha comes to America

Siddhartha’s Experience in America

On a warm New Hampshire day around 1:00, Siddhartha arrived at my little old cottage on Mt. View Lake. His water plane made a soft but intense landing. He stepped out of the plane and stumbled on the dock as it was rocking back and forth from the waves that the plane had created on landing. “Welcome Siddhartha it’s so nice to meet you. How was your flight?” I said. He didn’t answer me right away. I think he was in shock from the landing. I told him that there was food and drinks inside. I felt he must have been hungry after a 27 hr flight. We sat down and talked for a while about his culture and life. I later then showed him back outside to a place where he could meditate. It was down by the late next to a big old pine tree. The breeze was blowing, fish were jumping and the smell of the pine trees was soothing and relaxing. I watched him meditate for about an hour. He didn’t move one muscle. It seemed as though he left his body was a free spirit blowing in the wind. His mind took him where ever he wanted to go. After about two hours he finally stood up and stretched. He came to me and asked if he could go swimming in the lake. I said “yeah of course you can, would you like me to get you a towel and a bathing suit”. He said “No”. He jumped right in close and all. Well when I say cloths I mean a rag around his body with a string attaching it. I took him inside after his swim and told him that were going to need to get him some new cloths if he wants to stay around here. We got him some new cloths and then he meditated once more. He was going for a long time so I then relaxed and went to bed. The next morning when I woke up, Siddhartha was still sitting on that stump meditating. I wanted to take him somewhere exciting now but I didn’t want to disturb him. I walked to him slowly and whispered to him asking if he would like to go somewhere with me. “Siddhartha would you like to go somewhere with me. It’s going to be exciting and enticing?”. He slowly awakened and said “sure I would enjoy that very much I have had many exciting times in my life like, parties and women”. I told him this will be a lot different than drinking and women. “Women usually don’t like to do what were about to do” I said to Siddhartha.

We started on our journey to what is called a gun range I told him. I hoped that he would like it because I don’t think that they believe in guns so I was hoping that he wouldn’t be offended. He said, “Gun range, I don’t know that that is”. I explained to him all about it a told him how to hold the gun and what not to do with the guns. He said “I am up for anything, I am here to try new things”. We arrived to the range about 20 minuets later. As we got out of the car I pulled the guns out of the back. They were still in their cases but are still very intimidating. Siddhartha was acting skidish. “Siddhartha would you mind taking out one of the guns please?”. He unzipped the case and pulled out the gun. He laid in down in the right direction as I told him in the car. I thought to my self how smart he was even under these circumstances. He asked what type of guns we were going to shoot. I said “we are going to use a 20 gauge shotgun, a 12 gauge shotgun, and a .22 rifle” I told him that the 12 gauge was the most powerful and then the .22 was the least powerful. We started him out on the .22. It shoots like a bb gun with no recoil. He squeezed the trigger slowly and the firing pin hit the primer and the bullet flew towards the target. He jumped from the sound. He said that his heart was pounding and he liked it so far. I then brought out the 20 gauge which was a lot more powerful than the .22 but now as powerful as the 12. He fired the 20 gauge and said “WOW, that’s insane”. We talked about how he liked it so far and he said that was enjoying this more then meditating. We took a short break so that he could calm his heart rate. The smell of gunpowder filled the air. H got back up and walked towards the guns. He wanted to shoot the 12 gauge he said. I put a round in the chamber and slid the hammer forward. I told him to hold on very tight because this is going to have a kick to it. he slowly squeezed the trigger and the gun sounded. he sat there for a minuet and didn't move.
I walked over to him to see if he was ok. His body was moving in the action that he was crying. I asked him if he was ok and he lifted his head laughing his head off. We both laughed for a while with no words. Siddhartha and i went back to the cottage where his plane was waiting. "Siddhartha I enjoyed our journey together. If you ever want to come back to America just tell me". "I will enjoy that very much" he said. His plane flew of into the distance and diapered. our journey was over and back to my life I went.