The sick guy¹⁰

Today at my 700-metre mark on 150th Street, two Puerto Rican boys drove by in an old red car. Their hands and heads were sticking out of the car. They were not in a good consciousness.

I was limping, so they shouted, “Look at this sick guy!” They were enjoying themselves.

Later, after I had crossed Main Street, again I saw the same car with the same boys. And the same message I got: “Look at this sick guy!”

From:Sri Chinmoy,Run and become, become and run, part 19, Agni Press, 1996
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