Three o’clock in the morning. I couldn’t sleep. The reason: suddenly, my low back started to pain. I could hardly move. I tried to get up, but the task was nearly impossible. Then I realized the meaning of a lesson of humility that many of us forget. We aren’t made of iron. Despite our sense of greatness, it takes a little touch in our body to get back to reality.
Then I started to remember how we may be touched by such experiences. Take as an example what happened to Saint Ignatius of Loyola. Because of an injury caused by a cannon ball and extended repose he discovered a new path that lead to sanctity. Thanks to this accident the Society of Jesus exists today.
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