[Listen to Asha read this story]
When Donald [Swamiji] was fifteen years old, he was playing tennis with a fellow student at Kent School in Connecticut.
“I thought I was the better player,” Swamiji says now. “To prove it, I put all my energy into what I thought would be a terrific stroke. Unfortunately, instead of keeping the racket level and parallel to the ground, as you are supposed to do, I executed a 'vicious' uppercut. I missed the ball and smashed the racket into my face, hitting my nose so hard I broke it.
“I lay on the ground in some pain, with blood spurting out of my nose. But the situation struck me as so funny I couldn’t help laughing at the absurdity of it.”
Swamiji appreciates a good joke, even if the joke is on him.
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