Once upon a time there was a man who had a number of troubles and difficulties that happened to him. But first remember that he had always been a healthy man and was somewhat indifferent about others who had problems and sickness. “A lot of those things that people say are wrong with them are simply imaginations,” he would say–to himself of course–for he did not want others to know what he was thinking. Or he might think, “If these people were being better, then bad things wouldn’t happen to them.”
Then one day he too became sick. “This is not my imagination,” he thought, “for there are sores that have appeared on my body. What have I done wrong to make this happen?” He said this because he believed that when someone gets sick there must be some bad reason for it.