Saint

Gliding through the miserable backstreets of Calcutta, laden with the sick, the dying, the destitute, the hungry, the Lepers, the beggars riddled with HIV/AIDS, she scampered along. Not for fear, or a bus to catch, but because the light at the end of the tunnel was elusive. As she moved, the light moved, mocking her, yet she persisted, never yielding to the notion that it could not be attained. Calcutta, Beirut, New York, she made a few of us listen. God was with her. Now she is with Him.