Stories & Reflections
In the middle of a storm, a pilgrim reaches an inn and the owner asks where he is going.
“I’m going to the mountains” he answers.
“Forget it,” says the innkeeper, “it’s a risky climb, and the weather is awful.”
“But I’m going up,” answers the pilgrim.”It is my dream”.
“If my heart got there first, it will be easy to follow it with my body.”