Two pilgrims climbed on a road impassable, and there scourged gelido.La a wind storm was about to scatenarsi.Raffiche whirling shards of ice whizzed between the two men proceeded to rocce.I fatica.Sapevano very well, that if they had not reached in time, the shelter would have perished in the storm neve.Mentre with bated breath for anxiety and his eyes almost blinded by nevischicosteggiavano the edge of an abyss, they heard a beggar was gemito.Un fell into the abyss and, unable to move, invoked emergency. One of them said: "It 's destino.Quell' man is sentenced to morte.Accelleriamo way or do his end."
E 'hurried, all bent forward to oppose the force of the wind.
the second, he relented and began 'to get off the slopes scoscese.Trovò the wounded, he took him up on his shoulders and went on breathlessly mulattiera.Imbruniva. The path was more oscuro.Il pilgrim who carried the wounded man on his back was sweaty and exhausted, when he saw lights appear rifugio.Incoraggiò the injured to resist, but suddenly tripped over something lying across the sentiero.Guardò is not could repress the horror at his feet lay on the body of his companion viaggio.Il fredo killed him.
He had escaped the same fate only because he was tired to carry on spalleil poor man who had saved his body in burrone.Il and effort had retained enough heat to save his life.
REFLECTION:
anyone, QULUNQUE ETA ', needs the comfort of an embrace, a word, a concrete expression of Love. Often becomes too aloof, too timid TO SHOW OUR TRUE SENTIMENTI.E then we hide behind the mask severe cold, for fear of glimpse of our vulnerability. 'If I love my neighbor as myself, the human warmth that will be able' to give him Fireplace 'ME TOO SAME.
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