From one of the Guru's Sikhs
Wahe Guru Ji Ka Khalsa Wahe Guru Ji Ki Fateh!
Last summer I was blessed with a sight and dip in the nectar tank of the Siri Harimandir Sahib. I had traveled to Amritsar alone and spent most of the first part of my stay there very much alone except for the growing friendship with my only True Friend. When things were down and darkest and my body and soul were crying out for help, a man in a black turban appeared and in his company my spirits soared. We had been doing seva together for weeks, and when I asked him, a shy and very humble man, why he had come to me, he said that he had told his mother of me, and she said, "Go and serve him." He later told me when the Guru sees one of his Sikhs in trouble he always sends another to help. It's the Truth.
The Siri Singh Sahib inspired me to become a Sikh of the True Guru; this man in the black turban showed me by his love and devotion how to live as one. We traveled to Anandpur Sahib together and he taught me what it meant to wear the kirpan of Guru Gobind Singh. We wore the kirpan by day and by night and he showed me how to change my kurta without removing my kirpan and how to tie my kirpan onto my turban while taking an early morning dip. He would not compromise his Guru. Once I asked him, "If we carry this kirpan to defend the Dharma, why not carry a 44 magnum?"
He said, "You must have faith." Before I left Amritsar, I told him that they wouldn't let me take my kirpan on the plane. He said, "But you have to try." He is right, we must try.
It was only after I had returned to the U.S.A. that I learned of the Bhai Randhir Sikhs, and each day I feel so blessed to have been touched so lightly yet so deeply by a man and his family who are the humblest servants of God I have ever had the privilege of meeting. I pray every morning to my Guru that I may be a fraction of the Sikh that he and his family are.