The poor are very wonderful people. One evening we went out and we picked up four people
from the street.And one of them was in a most terrible condition，and I told the sisters:
You take care of the other three. I take care of this one who looked worse. So I did for
her all that my love can do. I put her in bed,
and there was such a beautiful smile on her face. She took hold
of my hand as she said just the words “thank you” and she died. I could not
help but examine my conscience before her and I asked what would I say
if I was in her place. And my answer was very simple. I would have tried to draw a little
attention to myself. I would have said I am hungry, that I am dying,
I am cold, I am in pain, or something, but she gave me much more-she gave me her grateful love.
And she died with a smile on her face. As did that man whom we
picked up from the drain, half eaten with worms, and we brought him to
the home. “I have lived like an animal in the street, but I am going to die like an
angel, loved and cared for.” And it was so wonderful to see the
greatness of that man who could speak like that, who could die like that without blaming anybody,
without cursing anybody, without comparing anything. Like an angel-this is the greatness
of our people. And that is why we believe what Jesus had said: I was hungry,
I was naked, I was homeless, I was unwanted, unloved, uncared for, and you did it to me.