Once, as I was running about five-thirty in the morning, I saw a young man waiting for the bus.
As soon as he saw me, he became so happy and he ran with me for thirty or forty metres. Then he went back to the bus stop.
After I had covered one mile and was returning, past the same bus stop, the young man ran with me again.
He was so happy to run with me. He said, “You are a good runner.”
RB 54. 20 January 1979↩