The one that has opened the hands of possession and spit, forever, the coins of gold and have taken upon it to bear and endure the fires of misery - to wash the pus-filled wounds of the leper - to uplift and save the ones that sink in the quick sand of selfishness - to stroke the cheek of the one that slaps - that hand will, one day, receive the grace that will flow with the medicine that heals upon its touch.
