It is called the Savior beggar who meet every morning in the church of SS. Peter and Paul, his is an extraordinary life as incredible and full of suffering. Born 61 years ago in Lampedusa was orphaned as a baby, left the island native in 15 years began his life on the road, turning Italy far and wide until you get to Rome, where he wandered from one center to another Caritas is able to eat only when the ranks of the poor at the table is not too long, it often threatens to get that is already all over. This summer has been caught poisoning after eating a sandwich gathered in the street, he knew he should not do so, the doctor had told him, but he was too hungry that day. It can be washed only once every twenty days at Lepanto, even there in line with many Italians and foreigners, even the envy of those centers and outlying fields used for the Roma, but for him who is Italian and not only c 'is posed by anywhere. He sleeps in the cold in the parking lot under the elevated road at the Sheraton Hotel, where so mockingly comparing the luxury of others, and his poverty. Now he starts for the worst time because the temperature drops and his rheumatism in the legs lying in wait. He has seen so many die of cold, even younger than he, like the fellow who came from Barcelona, \u200b\u200band died the night sleeping on a cardboard to Ostiense station. If Salvatore remembers those icy nights, when the police on the night shift told him to get up and move, otherwise remaining still in danger of dying. You could not sleep on those nights if you do not kill the cold remained disfigured for buckets of acid thrown by young offenders who do the "tour barbon" night, having fun torturing the poor. After the sleepless nights often Salvatore collapsed suddenly at 6 am destroyed by sleep, now wearing a nice jacket that used to ram the man brought a few days ago: "My dog \u200b\u200beats and sleeps better than you" sadly had to admit the benefactor of the moment, realizing that humans are often treated worse than animals. But Elizabeth has a great spiritual force that sustains him and the witnesses told me that a year ago was like every morning when he collapsed in front of the Church a very heavy statues of marble just above the entrance. The new arrivals were surprised to viglili as Savior and have survived that collapse, he explained that to save him was Anthony who trusts in his prayers every day. His faith is unshakable and supports it, it is also reflected in the people who help him, nuns and volunteers Don Matteo canteens and especially the community of Sant'Egidio in Trastevere. When he speaks of them is the only time he Saviour smiles, with their leaves every year on Christmas to Santa Maria in Trastevere, the only truly peaceful moment of every year that passes between huge difficulties and suffering. I offer some € benediction and he thanks me, his eyes shine with the light of Christ and I looked at it I'm ashamed of my small problems, children and I thank God for letting me meet this humble giant solitary. It is people like him that make us realize how our lives are full of useless things and problems, Salvatore much more than my charity needed someone to listen, his loneliness leads him often talking to himself, while I say this is the only moment when the tears are choking in the throat, the coldness of so many people who approached the most gripping the cold of the night and the emptiness of loneliness of the empty stomach. How many things would be witnessed as a teacher of faith and life of this "poor Christ" if only someone would stop to listen to five minutes. Loneliness of the Savior is of Jesus in the tabernacle, we both expect every day in that church, alone and abandoned.
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