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One day during an arduous hike in the desert of Algeria, he accepted a companion's offer to inject him with medicine for a minor malady. But his friend picked the wrong vial and injected his leg with a paralyzing poison. Overnight his leg became useless.
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Like anyone he was stupefied by why God would allow such a thing to happen to one of his servants. But 30 yrs later he described it as a grace: "It was bad luck, yes. It was a misfortune, but God turned it into a grace. Life suddenly appeared to me as it was, an immense...
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personal exodus. Misfortune had thrust me upon new paths." Where was God in this story? In the part of a negligent bystander who watched an accident destroy a man's dreams? Or in the grace that led him from bitterness to a new state of acceptance? Carretto observed:
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"I know by experience, you can be happy with a crippled leg...The wounds of poverty and suffering produce a special honey, the honey of the Beatitudes. I have tasted this honey and have become convinced of the rationality of the gospel, the reasons for so many mysterious things."
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