The story of a Small Miracle

First, he would spread out is shabby rug and arrange the dishes and knives and balls that he needed for his act. All the time he would be cracking the poor little jokes he had learn't from an old juggler who had taught him his tricks. Then, as he turned a few cartwheels and spun some plates in the air, the crowd would gather. When he ended his act by standing on his hands and juggling six balls with his feet, coins would pour into his hat from every side. But he never collected enough to pay for food and shelter in the winter months.
One cold day he was found lying half-starved in a ditch and carried to a nearby monestry. There he was nursed by the kindly monks, and when spring came round he was almost himself again.