A warm reception⁵⁰

When I was warming up before the three-mile race in Seattle, somebody came up to me and stood right in front of me. He looked at me and said, “Can’t you recognise me?”

Do I know these runners? Then I remembered him. He had lost so much weight. I said, “Frank.”

He said, “Yes, yes, it is Frank Bozanich.”

I said, “I saw you when you came to our place with Don Ritchie.”

He was talking and talking about the different runners. He spoke about so many runners, but what do I know about runners? He was telling me that today he was going to run in our three-mile race, the next day he was going to run forty miles and the next day one hundred miles. I thought he would win a prize in our race, but he didn’t get any place.

At the end of the race, Frank was waiting for me, and again he started talking. I went and sat in my chair. He followed me. Our conversation never ended. Then, when I was about to give the prizes, whom do I see? Somebody has to come and shake hands with me. That was the final time. He said he had to leave.

From:Sri Chinmoy,Run and become, become and run, part 3, Agni Press, 1980
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