One time when Srila Prabhupada arrived at the Toronto temple, a foot bathing ceremony was performed with milk, ghee, honey, etc. Somehow or other, a few of us managed to hijack the entire bowl of nectar and make off to the brahmacari room. There we drank the sacred amrta from Prabhupada's lotus feet, laughing aloud and rolling on the floor in bliss. Who can measure the joy of that, or describe it in mere words? Srila Prabhupada's mercy is inconceivable and unlimited.