There is Archbishop Desmond Tutu on TV, at the very end of an interview by Bill Moyers.

I have never seen a human like that, talking like that. I’ve never seen hands or eyes like that, or heard a voice like his.

Every trouble I held moments before falls away, no longer significant. I know of the history of punishment and imprisonment he has received at the hands of others. Yet, here he is, a simple radiance, a tenderness for others without judgment or bitterness. A heart that is accessible so that others may leave their dark confinements. He speaks of forgiveness as the light and fresh air outside; he is an open window.