 and I would wait alongside him, waiting for Jesus to walk in through those covered colonnades, and I would see him, and I would, in my mind's eye, cry out, Oh, Jesus, Jesus, don't pass me by. Here I am. Heal me. But as many times as I pictured myself there at the Pool of Bethesda, and as often as I asked Jesus to heal me, I never got up. I never walked.