Faggedsocks

In my greatest moments of despair, whenever I prayed to Jesus, he always helped me out. He never let me down. I love him and his mother too. A tearful prayer, directed towards one of them, never goes in vain.

These are kind of saintly persons. They only have a stick, a waterpot, one piece of underwear, a loincloth and prayer beads (no toothbrush…). Then they move around from village to village, staying every day under another tree, till their last breath.

I’m affraid that those who actually do this, can’t report it. Cave and desert dwellers are not connected to the internet (yet).