Who doesn't who doesn't know about the sage Raman! He was a respected Saint. He had nothing with him. He tied only a dhoti at his waist and there wasn't anything on his body except that.
One day, his cloth tore. He never ask anything from anybody. If someone would present him a cloth without asking, he would gladly use it, but for that he could a use torn cloth?
He decided to snitch it, but that he needed a thread and an needle. He couldn't ask that either, so he took the sharp edged stick on the acacia tree.
He made a hole in one thorn with another. Then he put a thread in it and stitched it happily.
The greatness of saint was infinite.