Already dead⁴⁴

At the eight-mile point, a thin, old man came up to me and grabbed my hand. He said, “Sri Chinmoy, Sri Chinmoy, God bless you! Please pray for me.” At eight miles he was already feeling dead.

From:Sri Chinmoy,Run and become, become and run, part 18, Agni Press, 1996
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