And everybody tries to shush him. Told him to be quiet. Nobody helps him. Nobody takes his hand and guides him over. He gets up, throws off his old blanket, and feels his way over, following Jesus' voice.
Nobody says a word.
Your faith has made you whole. Maybe the point of the story is that we're supposed to believe in miracles, and put all of the doctors out of business. I'm not saying that's wrong. I think that is a point worth remembering. But I don't think that's all that we're supposed to take home.