Oh, my God, I missed my opportunity
Laksmi Nrsimhadev : In Atlanta I was there with Srila Prabhupada but I didn't get to go on any morning walks. The walks were restricted to only a handful of devotees. What I thought I could do, however, was to position myself to at least see Srila Prabhupada prior to his going on the morning walk or maybe say something to him. I would pace back and forth in front of the Atlanta temple chanting my japa and keeping a lookout for Srila Prabhupada. The car finally came up so I knew that this was not a bad position to be in. When Prabhupada came out walking like the wind, I found myself on the back leg of my pacing and missed him as he went right into the car. I thought, "Oh, my God, I missed my opportunity." I paid my obeisances because at least I had a glimmer of Srila Prabhupada for even that fleeting moment. The windows were up in the car and I really couldn't see Prabhupada but I paid my obeisances. Then Prabhupada rolled down his window, leaned out and waved to me. Then he pulled back into the car and rolled up the window. I thought, "He didn't have to do that. Who was I but a new brahmachari?" I could understand that Prabhupada was so personal that even if he saw one of his disciples, he took the time to roll down the window and wave to me. As insignificant as it seems, it really struck a chord in my heart.
Reference: Memories Anecdotes of a Modern Day Saint - Volume 3
Author: Siddhanta Dasa