The time for Passover had come and the Rabbi went up to Jerusalem. Now there is in Jerusalem by the sheep gate a pool, which is called in Hebrew Beit-Chasda, having five porticoes. In these lay a multitude of those who were sick, blind, lame, and withered. They wait for the moving of the waters. It was believed that an angel of Hashem went down at certain seasons into the pool and stirred up the water. Whoever then first, after the stirring up of the water, stepped in was made well from whatever disease with which he was afflicted.
A man was there who had been ill for thirty-eight years. When the Rabbi saw him lying there, he knew that he had already been a long time in that condition. He said to him, "Do you wish to get well?" The sick man answered him, "Master, I have no man to put me into the pool when the water is stirred up, but while I am coming, another steps down before me." The Rabbi said to him, "Get up, pick up your pallet and walk."
Immediately the man became well, and picked up his pallet and began to walk.
-- This is the life of The Rabbi. --