How do you smile in this place? Yet the sisters of Mother Teresa of Calcutta we welcome with a warm smile and bright.
E 'at lunchtime and the cafeteria is crowded: there are children everywhere, they live in those tiny children (zero to three years), mostly immigrants. None of the volunteers whether they are regular volunteers at any of the matter the past of those moms. Here we work only to give future, here we work with the hope inside. Small
are strangely intimidated. They bring in the hands of cinnamon biscuits and chocolate in the shape of the heart that have made their own yesterday, when the little diners had not a face in their imagination. Anna Chiara
wisecracks: "Who wants a cookie?" Pull straight up a puppy with black skin (7 months), under the gaze suspension of others. In his mind a cookie will solve the problem of hunger little forever. "They're good, you know I made them with my mom!" I have contacted
small that is not sensitive to call these children "poor children", as if quest'aggettivo may sound like an insult. But these arguments are by and large, children are simple and do not do conspiracy.
We visit the chapel stands a crucifix. "I thirst" is written below. I never focused on these words of Christ on the cross. But how? You're all broke and ask them to drink? What you're thirsty, in truth? This echoes in my writing. E 'pure dynamite. I'm thirsty? Thirst for that? While I am immersed in my thoughts, I see that the sister is staring at me. It will have a million things to do now, but not in a hurry (like?).
Upon greeting the girls are struggling to break away from her. So the sister asked me to visit us at our house during the Christmas holidays, with all children.
An ordinary person would immediately think the difficulty of finding the means to carry all (adults and children), the dangers, of the thousand risk of a confrontation with a decidedly different environment. A person not of God. That nun
definitely is.
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