On the way to Flushing Meadow Park today, I was walking towards Main Street. After my 1200-metre mark, a bearded young man in a van saw me as I was waiting for the red light. He had the green light in his favour but he waited, allowing me to cross.
I was looking at him and he was looking at me. Then he said, “Good morning, Sri Chinmoy. It is so nice to see you again.”
God knows when I had seen him before!
RB 881. 23 June 1985↩