Babaji (and Ammaji followed) gave up his life in helping others with his free Homeopathic clinic. He, even though he was an attorney by profession, spent more time in his clinic and paying home visits to people than he did at the court. He never lied, never did anything wrong. In fact, I remember that once probably in 10th grade I found out that one of the exam papers was being printed at a press where one of Babaji's friends worked and I dared ask Babaji to see if he could get a copy. Babaji would do anything for me; even give his life for me - but he would not condone such dishonesty. I am sure that I disappointed him that day.
I did not get the paper. But he loved me until the end just the way he did when he first held me in his arms.
So why would such a person suffer so much in the end? Why couldn't he get one wish he had - of seeing us again? Why was he to suffer with children like us who did not do one thing he asked us to do regarding Ammaji? And more than anything else, why would such a person have to write a letter like this one? He wrote it to me on July 27th 1979 when I was insisting that I wanted to go and see him. As much as he wanted to see me, he would not hear of me coming in the middle of my schooling here in US.. Why did he have to write a litter like this and suffer the worst thing one can ever have to suffer with - of becoming dependent on others?
Why? They were both innocent people. Why would God allow such suffering for them? They still, until the end, believed firmly in God and believed in us; and loved us.