Sometimes it's nice unplug it for a week.
For a week I have not read a newspaper, or heard a news program discussing politics with anyone.
I must say that was the most interesting weeks of the year.
And that's been with our hands. I got up at 5:30 and have never gone to bed before midnight. I spent all day in serve somebody. Patients in particular. I
conocsiuto people (sick) who taught me more about life than they can dis-educate the countless editorials cynical papal civilian home. I had the
learn more about the grace of a boy suffering from dwarfism. One that even getting on a bed is a company ... yet he showed a zest for life in his condition often lacking in poor wretched me envious of almost everyone. With its problems live there and live there "good", he tries to work, to take place in what he is allowed to do and cultivates a dream dall'isitituto out where to go from living alone in a house, something of his where to put their huge heart.
I saw the dignity of many others who suffer in various ways, all from start to seek happiness with peace of mind which ones I follow him with difficulty, like a rabid dog. Enjoy small satisfaction that the days have sent them (and if you think about it, then they are not so small).
I have seen many small conversions, that this time no estimate more than a fourth-rate sentimental romance, stuff poor suckers to understand, but which lead to raise their heads from the mire of their fixations to see that there is everything around a world that is waiting to be loved.
This happens when a small gesture, meaningless in the context of our daily lives with schizophrenia, it is able to move us to that immensity of meaning that goes into it.
All this happens for a Mystery, I am convinced, and is not a result of our effort, neither of our thought, but he needs our hearts to be willing to be hit .
After a week like this all the issues covered in the correct hierarchy and return the last Italian scandals can only elicit an ironic smile
For a week I have not read a newspaper, or heard a news program discussing politics with anyone.
I must say that was the most interesting weeks of the year.
And that's been with our hands. I got up at 5:30 and have never gone to bed before midnight. I spent all day in serve somebody. Patients in particular. I
conocsiuto people (sick) who taught me more about life than they can dis-educate the countless editorials cynical papal civilian home. I had the
learn more about the grace of a boy suffering from dwarfism. One that even getting on a bed is a company ... yet he showed a zest for life in his condition often lacking in poor wretched me envious of almost everyone. With its problems live there and live there "good", he tries to work, to take place in what he is allowed to do and cultivates a dream dall'isitituto out where to go from living alone in a house, something of his where to put their huge heart.
I saw the dignity of many others who suffer in various ways, all from start to seek happiness with peace of mind which ones I follow him with difficulty, like a rabid dog. Enjoy small satisfaction that the days have sent them (and if you think about it, then they are not so small).
I have seen many small conversions, that this time no estimate more than a fourth-rate sentimental romance, stuff poor suckers to understand, but which lead to raise their heads from the mire of their fixations to see that there is everything around a world that is waiting to be loved.
This happens when a small gesture, meaningless in the context of our daily lives with schizophrenia, it is able to move us to that immensity of meaning that goes into it.
All this happens for a Mystery, I am convinced, and is not a result of our effort, neither of our thought, but he needs our hearts to be willing to be hit .
After a week like this all the issues covered in the correct hierarchy and return the last Italian scandals can only elicit an ironic smile
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