Back in the 1980s, which were troubling times enough for some people, there was a little man, with no arms, looking through the Want-Ads section in the newspaper (he had to stand, and read it on the table since he had no arms, you see). So he's looking for a job, and he sees one ad that says "Wanted: Bell Ringer", this was at a Catholic Church, so the little man walks all the way over to the Church, which is like 40 miles away, in the middle of summer, so it's no picnic; he makes to the big front doors of the Church, and he bangs his head against them since that was the only way he could knock. The Priest comes to the door...
"Yes, my son, how may I help you?"
"Father, I'm here to ring your bell!"
"Oh?"
The Priest then examines the man, and see he has no arms.
"But my son, you have no arms..."
"Doesn't matter, I can still ring your bell!"
"Well, I'll tell you what, my son, come with me, up to the bell tower, and if you can prove to me that you can ring the bell, then the job is your's".
So the little man follows the Priest up to the bell tower, which is like four stories up, and they have to take the stairs because the Church didn't have elevators back in the days, and staircase was one of those spiral ones, so by the time you get up to the third floor, you're ready to puke. So they finally make it up to the bell tower.
"Well, go ahead, my son, ring the bell".
So the little man examined the bell, then he backed up into a corner of the tower, positioned himself, then when he ran towards the bell and banged it with his head really hard, which made both the bell AND his head ring. The Priest was satisfied, and the little man got the job; after three years, the little man's face is all smashed up, and looks like three days of bad weather, but what the heck does he care? He's making good money ringing the bell. Well, one Wednesday afternoon, the Church was getting ready for the Wednesday evening service, the little man positioned himself in the corner, and ran towards the bell... but something happened - he missed a step, and tripped. He fell right past the bell, out the window, and four stories down, right on the concrete sidewalk! His blood and guts were splattered all over the sidewalk, and there's a small crowd of people gathering around, one man even kneels down next to him, and cradles his head; meanwhile this one fat lady manages to work her way up to the front of the crowd, where she starts asking questions.
"Who is that man? Who is he? Who is he?"
She kept asking, so the man cradling the little looks up at her and says...
"I don't know his name, but his face rings a bell..."