Like father, like daughter30
A few months ago I was running three miles in a park near Union Turnpike. At one point I threw off my hat, and Robin ran and picked it up. Today when I was running a one-mile race in Eisenhower Park, my hat fell off. Like father, like daughter: Joanna immediately ran and picked it up.
RB 637. 17 October 1982↩
Sri Chinmoy, Run and become, become and run, part 12, Agni Press, 1983
