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I was born in India where
eating two complete meals a day was a cause for
celebration. I did not have to go barefoot every
day, but when I did wear shoes, they were worn
and did not fit.
When the rains came, the mud roof of my family’s
home leaked sludge into the house. Rather than
accepting this life of poverty as a permanent
sentence, I immigrated to the United States
with just $8.
Now I live in one of the wealthiest
neighborhoods in the country and the size of
our kitchen is bigger than the entire house
where my family of eight used to live in India.
The above success led to feelings of
guilt when I visited our house of worship in
Plainview, Long Island.
Why should God’s
abode be smaller than mine?
Having a house of worship, which gets
tremendously over crowded disturbed me. This
realization gave birth to a fervent prayer which
resulted in the community becoming the proud owners
of the largest Sikh prayer center in the
United States. These achievements were
transformed into a powerful inspiration
that widened my horizon. I started working
towards peace within and in the outer world.
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