The years passed and, despite his ugliness, crowds began to gather round the saint wherever he was, begging to be healed or cured. Patiently, the saint would go from person to person, healing them as he went. This went on for years and years and one day, someone called out to him, "You've healed so many of us, why don't you use your talent and cure yourself of your disease?"
"Shut up!" the saint demanded, and the people were shocked because they had never seen the saint angry before. "Don't you realize," the saint continued, "that these growths are the rungs of the ladder by which I reach the height?"
THAT'S HOW IT WAS, pp. 329-330
1995 © Eruch Jessawala