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.
RB 950. 2 November 1986↩
Sri Chinmoy, Run and become, become and run, part 18, Agni Press, 1996
