He was a poor and simple. In the evening after a hard day's work, return home exhausted and full of discontent. Looked at the people passing asylum or those sitting in car the tables of the bar. "Those who are so good," grumbled the man, crushed in the tram, like a bunch of grapes in the press. "I do not know what it means to vex ... all roses for them. Had my cross to bear."
The Lord had always listened very patiently for the man's cries. And one evening he waited on the doorstep.
"Oh, are you, Lord?" Said the man, when he saw it. "Do not try to appease. You know How long the heavy cross that I have imposed." The man was more sullen than ever.
The Lord smiled boriariamente. "Come with me. I'll give you the opportunity to make another choice," he said.
Man all'improssivo found himself inside a huge blue cave. The architecture was divine. And it was full of crosses: small, large, studded with gems, smooth, twisted.
"These are the crosses of men," said the Lord. "Pick one."
The man threw the bad grace with his cross in a corner, rubbing his hands, began sorting. He tried a cross
leggerina, but it was long and cumbersome. He put a cross around his neck as a bishop, but it was incredibly heavy responsibility and sacrifice. Another, smooth and graceful in appearance, was just on the shoulders of man began to sting as if it were full of nails. He grabbed a silver cross, which gleams, but was filled by an excruciating feeling of loneliness and abandonment. He put it away. He tried and tried again, but each cross had some defect.
Finally, in a dimly lit corner, discovered a small cross, a little 'worn from use. It was not too heavy nor too bulky. It seemed made for him. The man placed it on his shoulders with an air of triumph. "Take that!" He exclaimed. And left the cave.
The Lord gave him her look sweet sweet. And immediately the man realized that he had resumed his own old cross that was thrown away by entering the cave. And that brought to life.
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