The warmth of fellowship is often experienced in Rotary through a small but memorable experience .I had my first taste of it soon after I joined the Rotary. The summer of 1984 was a seemingly endless nightmare for us, with my wife lying,  virtually reborn, in a Bangalore hospital, after a gruesome road accident. I distinctly remember one sweet incident of those months –  meeting a young Rotarian in a new Rotary Club in that city. His voice came across the telephone the next morning with a concern that touched us. “Any help I can organise for you, Raja? Medicines? I work in a  pharma company. What about the blood transfusion you mentioned!” By the grace of God, we didn’t need any help, But the face of the young friend stands out as the only sweet recollection of that bitter summer in Bangalore. Continue reading