Humble plowman (or ploughman if you prefer) and Patron of Madrid.
He got up early for mass — he plowed — he shared his plowman’s lunch with the poor — he plowed — he married — he plowed — he had a son — he plowed — his son died — he plowed.
After the loss of his son, he and his wife devoted themselves to holy things. In between, he plowed.
Then she died — he plowed and carried on praying.
Eventually he died too, probably from plowing-related exhaustion. Since then there seems to have been a bountiful reaping of posthumous miracles.