The bald-headed friend¹⁶

Before the start of the Long Island Marathon, an old bald-headed man came up to me. He didn’t fold his hands, but he was full of reverential awe. He said, “Are you Sri Chinmoy?”

I said I was.

He said, “I am so happy and honoured to be here and speak to you. This is my first marathon.”

So I congratulated him. He said, “I have run quite a few races of yours.”

Then the funniest thing happened. After fourteen miles, I got the shock of my life. He was passing me coming from the other direction. I asked myself, “How could he be so far ahead of me if this is his first marathon?”

I waved to him. I usually don’t wave to anybody, but he had been so nice to me. Later I realised that I was actually ahead of him. He finished far behind me.

From:Sri Chinmoy,Run and become, become and run, part 10, Agni Press, 1983
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