“Stop, my son!”1

The day before yesterday, in the evening, I was running on 150th Street, near the bus stop. An old lady affectionately said to me, “Stop, stop!” so I stopped. Then, with such affection she said, “My son, my son, cold, cold, cold!” She had on a heavy winter coat and fur hat. I gave her a very broad smile and continued running.


  1. RB 108. 16 October 1979

Sri Chinmoy, Run and become, become and run, part 2.First published by Agni Press in 1979.

This is the 394th book that Sri Chinmoy has written since he came to the West, in 1964.

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