Son of a shoemaker he became a novice and then walked (with presumably very comfortable shoes) from Antwerp to Rome for more study.
He became an outstandingly industrious student of unfailing cheerfulness. Passing all his exams with flying colors, he also found time in between to act in miracle plays.
Then came the proud day when he became a fully-fledged priest — and then fell ill and died.
If there is a moral to his story, it must be ‘you can always live and learn but you can’t always learn to live.’