On a bridge in London town came a man from the Orient, shaved head and yellowed robes. She bowed to him, he bowed to her and thrust some beads into her hands. She thanked him. He stopped her - he wanted money. She laughed. He wanted $20. She smiled and gave him two gold coins. He wanted $20. She smiled and returned the beads. He smiled and gave them to her anyway. She chuckled, bowed again, knowing a monk's precept is not to handle gold or silver. He must be on hard times, monk or not; a blessing to him and his resourcefulness. In the Tao is kindness and compassion and laughter.