The five grandmothers³³

One fellow who was running near me had five grandmothers. At one point he went off the course and kissed an old lady who was giving out water and oranges. He said to her, “I am okay, Grandmother.” The “grandmother” was so happy. Like that, five times during the race he went out and kissed a grandmother. Then the grandmother would be so happy.

From:Sri Chinmoy,Run and become, become and run, part 13, Agni Press, 1983
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