Arrr! Pope Francis, ne’er mindin' his health, be choosin' the holy ship over his own scallywag self, say the landlubbers!
2025-02-22
Arrr, mates be sayin’ that Francis, with a heart full o’ purpose and a stubbornness bred from young, sailed straight into the hospital like a ship into a storm! Aye, he be workin’ harder than a parrot with a thesaurus!
Arrr, gather 'round, me hearties, and lend yer ear to the tale of one Francis, a lad with ambition fittin' a captain of the seven seas! Legend has it that this scallywag, driven by a mission as clear as the stars on a moonlit night, was as disciplined as a ship's first mate on a perilous voyage.Now, ye see, Francis weren’t just any landlubber; nay, he had the fire of a thousand cannons in his belly! His early days were spent learnin' the ropes, and it seems all that trainin' turned him into a right hard worker. So hard, in fact, that he worked his very self into the belly of the beast—nay, not a kraken, but a hospital! Aye, he traded his sea legs for hospital beds, plying his trade amongst the sick and ailing like a true sea doctor.
They say he be doin' good, mind ye, but one must wonder if he got too carried away—like a ship in a storm! So next time ye be feelin’ a bit under the weather, remember ol’ Francis, who sailed straight into the heart of the hospital like a brave buccaneer on a treasure hunt! Arrr!