My dream

I was on my last day of my retreat in Lucban, Quezon. My mind is at peace and i am totally recharge. After several minutes of reading, I fall asleep. in my golden slumber, I have a dream. Let me share it with you.
A priest is very popular in his parish that his charisma attracts followers and believers. One day a poison letter is send to the bishop,priests of other parish and to lay people. The letter accused the charismatic priest of having a woman and getting her pregnant. Naturally, gossips and rumor mills circulated in the parish. The priest is devastated. For one month he refused to meet people and never say mass to any church. The poison letter is like a spear wounding his heart.
Then one day, the people is surprised to see the priest greeting people outside the church and began to say mass more passionately. The people are amazed on the transformation of the priest and they asked him how he overcome the gossips. The priest just say "I recognized that I can not please all people, that it is always possible that a leader is not a leader unless he is ready to be wounded".
After several years, the priest became a bishop and he transform his church by refusing to be served by anybody when he is invited to a lunch or dinner; he transferred his room air-con to the visitors waiting area; his room is bare only bed a small table and chair can be found; he refused to buy expensive car and rather take the bus or jeepney; he made sure that as a bishop he is a servant especially of the poor.
When he died, all parishioners weep as if a part of them died. He is the only saint they met in their lifetime.
As I wake up, I am crying because still I have to meet such priest/bishop in my lifetime.
Do you know somebody?