(Told by an Ananda devotee)
For years, I had a noticeable wart on my hand. I tried all sorts of medicines, and the usual array of alternatives. But the wart stubbornly remained.
One day, I happened to be with Swami as he was walking to his car. He was a little shaky on his feet and rested his arm on my shoulder for support. I put my hand on his back to help steady him. The walk was all of two minutes, sweet, but otherwise uneventful.
The next day, I happened to glance at my hand, the hand that had touched Swamiji’s back. The wart had vanished without a trace.
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