The helpful children⁴⁴

While I was running, several times some black children patted me on the shoulder or tried to shake my hand. One said, “Buddy, go on.”

They were very nice. They were giving the runners water and juice. Unfortunately, their fingers were inside the water. Twice after taking water from them and thanking them, I started running without drinking because the water was so filthy. Each mile I drank water from the water stations, but not the water that children were giving out.

From:Sri Chinmoy,Run and become, become and run, part 12, Agni Press, 1983
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