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.

From:Sri Chinmoy,Run and become, become and run, part 12, Agni Press, 1983
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/rb_12