One gentleman said to me, “Friend, my friend, don’t give up!”
At one point I was breathing heavily. A little boy came up to me with a few pieces of orange. Usually I don’t take oranges, but the little boy was so kind, so I took a piece of orange from him. Then he said, “Don’t die, don’t die!”
RB 306. 21 April 1981↩
From:Sri Chinmoy,Run and become, become and run, part 6, Agni Press, 1981
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