The crazy runner¹²

There is an old man who likes me very much. He lives on 150th Street, and he is partially lame. Whenever he sees me running, he has to say something. The other day, about two weeks ago, he stood up from his chair and said, “You are crazy! In this heat you have to run?”

From:Sri Chinmoy,Run and become, become and run, part 4, Agni Press, 1981
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