Epitome of what someone is willing to do in order to satisfy the calling of the soul. Avila was distressed by the poverty and sickness all around her. The sick especially tugged at her heart, lying in the street, open wounds, infection stench, flies thick around them. She longed to clean their wounds to feed them. Unfortunately, the poor souls were covered with crawling, wiggling maggots. She wanted to throw up and couldn't bring herself to carry out her souls orders. But she refused to give in to weakness and searched for a way to overcome her fastidiousness. She hit upon a course of action that would guarantee she could cope with the maggots that were hampering her soul work. She would eat them, figuring that would cure her disgust. Cleaning off maggots would be a breeze compared to eating them. So, every day she ate maggots until she could stand their nastiness. She won.
Whenever I hear someone say, "I couldn't foster animals; I'd get too attached to them," or any such snowflake excuse for not being brave enough to help solve a problem, I think to myself, "yeah, well there was once a woman who didn't let anything block her helpfulness. She ate maggots to help."
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