The golden opportunity had come. She was in the presence of the Great Physician! But amid the confusion she could not speak to Him, nor catch more than a passing glimpse of His figure. Fearful of losing her one chance of relief, she pressed forward, saying to herself, "If I may but touch His garment, I shall be whole." As He was passing, she reached forward, and succeeded in barely touching the border of His garment. But in that moment she knew that she was healed. In that one touch she was concentrated the faith of her life, and instantly her pain and feebleness gave place to the vigor of perfect health.

Endelig var det rette øjeblik kommet! Hun var lige i nærheden af den store læge! Men hun kunne ikke komme til at tale med ham i al forvirringen og kunne heller ikke se andet end et flygtigt glimt af hans skikkelse. Angst for at gå glip af sin eneste mulighed for helbredelse, trængte hun sig frem og sagde ved sig selv: "Hvis jeg får rørt, om det så kun er ved hans klæder, bliver jeg frelst." Idet han gik forbi, rakte hun hånden ud og rørte blot ved kanten af hans kappe. Men i samme øjeblik vidste hun, at hun var helbredt. I denne ene berøring lå hele hendes tro gemt, og hendes smerter og svaghed måtte vige for en fuldstændig sundhed.