Your story reminds me of when I was residing at VMC Dhammagiri in 1989/90.
Goenkaji - despite his gregarious personality, was incredibly humble and self effacing. I could tell he really didn't like his students dropping to and touching his feet. If one of his western students were to do it - he wouldn't hesitate to admonish them.
I also remember sitting on ten-day courses with him in Australia. Back then, he would invite students to come to the front of the Dhamma Hall after 9PM and ask questions - in turn. Sometimes the questions were silly, or he would find something humorous about the question and laugh. But it was a laughter that was full of metta. Sitting in front of him and his wife and asking questions, I remember being suffused by a great river of metta.
He was an incredible teacher and I feel fortunate that I had the opportunity to meet him, but also to sit with him and serve him.
“No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.”
- Cormac McCarthy, The Road
Learn this from the waters:
in mountain clefts and chasms,
loud gush the streamlets,
but great rivers flow silently.
- Sutta Nipata 3.725
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