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Dear Editor, Hero - Part 3 When I think of a hero, the first name to come to mind is Mary Teresa Bojaxhiu, better known as Mother Teresa. She was not a warrior in the traditional sense, but certainly one who waged war against the suffering of her fellow creatures. She worked with the poor and downtrodden, primarily of India. Her entire life was spent in service to Jesus Christ and humanity. One of my favorite stories stems from her work with lepers. Leprosy is not only a disease of the flesh, but also of the soul. You are cut off from all other people. Imagine the revulsion of seeing someone covered in ulcerous sores and lesions, not to mention the odors emitted by this malady. Yet, these are the people that Mother Teresa chose to work among, the suffering, the rejected. In this particular story she was changing the dressings on a leper’s wounds. As she was removing the old bandages, the man began weeping uncontrollably. Thinking she might have been causing him pain, she abruptly stopped and asked why he was crying. The man slowly raised his head and looked into her eyes as the tears ran down his face. He replied, “It has been many years since someone has touched me.” Mother Teresa was a hero.