As a soldier, John was chasing glory and sin. But something inside him shattered when he heard a sermon by St. John of Ávila. He fell to the ground, weeping. He stripped off his fine clothes, gave away all he owned, and wandered the streets begging forgiveness—not just from God, but from the poor. They threw him in an asylum, thinking he was insane. But from the depths of that place, John found peace—and a mission. He began to care for the sickest, the dirtiest, the most forgotten. He washed their wounds, carried them on his back, and gave them his bread. Soon, people noticed: this "madman" had a heart of fire. With what little money he begged, he opened a small hospital. He called it “House of God.” There were no fees, no questions—just beds, soup, prayers, and love. One night, fire broke out. Flames leapt through the wooden rafters, and people ran. But not John. He raced inside, pulling patients out one by one. Some said he vanished into the smoke and reappeared with a man in his arms, over and over. When the fire was out, someone asked, “Why didn’t you run?” John answered, breathless and soot-covered, “These are not just bodies. They are Christ in disguise.” He died not long after, worn from years of service. But his hospital lived on, and his followers—the Brothers Hospitallers of St. John of God—still care for the sick today, all over the world. St. John of God is the patron saint of hospitals, nurses, and the sick. Once called a madman, he showed that the true madness is to live without love.