Saints are not necessarily people who are pure and holy and virtuous or sin-free. They are mostly people who did not avoid dealing with their shit and the shit of the world. They did not run from it, they did not look the other way when it came along, they did not try to get someone else to deal with it or look for someone to blame for it. They jumped in, wrapped their arms around it, and dealt with it–even if it took their entire life, did not have epic short-term results, was frustrating or tedious, or ultimately killed them. They did not always do this perfectly, or with a friendly beatific smile on their face and charity in their heart. Many of them were probably not at all “nice” in person. But they tried, and went on trying, day after day. Just trying to be the best human they could be.