Truck Drivers
Soul-Whip 3: Transporting the Buddha
A buddy of mine who drove long-haul trucks took a job delivering a Buddha Head.
The Buddha Head had clearly arrived safely, yet he came down with a fever that wouldn’t break and was plagued by nightmares.
By the time I heard the news and rushed to the hospital, he was already delirious from the fever.
His scalding-hot hand clamped tightly around mine.
“Brother Long, I… my Buddha Head was stolen. The Buddha Head is gone!”
“Dashun, the Buddha Head was delivered. It wasn’t lost.”
His wife and mother stood around him crying, but no matter what anyone said, he insisted that his Buddha Head had been lost.
A perfectly healthy man was down to his last breath.
I turned to Dashun’s boss and said, “Where is the Buddha Body? I’ll deliver it.”
