Often we feel helpless and useless. We ask ourselves seriously what's the cure malaria had a child, knowing full well that he would die the same then the next attack. Sometimes we feel like the dwarves who try to stem the collapse of a dam by putting your thumb in the holes of the wall: what's the fight when you have no means, what is the point when pursuing a diagnosis at the end you know that you will not have no money and no tools to offer a cure: see all those young people who die of cancer or renal or cardiac survive elsewhere and know that you feel like a worm ... Oh yes, because if I was cancer, I would certainly moved to Italy and receives all the therapy last minute.
How far from the ideal of Cottolengo who wanted simply to be hospitalized in one of the beds of its poor.
Fr Beppe Gaido
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