They arrived at the cave of Bethlehem with difficulty, even two donkeys.
They were tired and annoyed.
Their back was torn by the heavy bags that the miller, their master, carried daily and by the blows of the cane that he did not spare.
They had heard the shepherds speak of the King of Kings who came from Heaven, and they too had gone. They followed that star and, before the cave, they stayed to contemplate the Child.
They adored him, prayed like everyone else, and placed at his feet as a gift the only thing they had: their lives. And their pain, their sorrows...
As they left, the ruthless miller was waiting for them, and the two donkeys set off with their heads down, the heavy staff on their backs. "It's no use," said one, "I begged the Messiah to take the burden away from me, and he didn't."
"I, on the other hand," replied the other, who was trotting with some vigor, "asked him to give me the strength to carry him!"
And if someone tells you, "Life is hard," ask them, "Compared to what?"
- Don Bruno Ferrero -
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