A Modern Savior?

Recently I came under the circumstances that I had to transport a queen-sized mattress up two flights of stairs. While in the transition, some thoughts came to my mind, due to my Catholic upbringing and my recent viewing of scenes from Mel Gibson's "The Passion". Carrying a queen-size mattress up two flights of stairs by oneself is quite a difficult task. Being a big, floppy square object, it was quite difficult to get a good grasp of the mattress, making it quite cumbersome. Not a particularly heavy object, the mattress proved uneasy to move because of its shape, size, and the pathway through which I was moving it.
At one point on my trek, I had the mattress directly on my back and I wondered if the situation was comparable at all to the trip Jesus made up the hill of Calvary carrying his cross to his own crucifixion. Though a cross would have been much heavier to carry and not nearly as cushiony, I feel like I got a small taste of what the messiah must have gone through as I fell at least three times and, upon reaching my destination at the top of the hill of dorm building, I flung myself across the mattress in a position that was very similar to that of Jesus being nailed to the crucifix.

Does this mean that I exemplify Christ-like tendencies? Does it mean that I am in fact another savior of nations? Or does it mean that I'm just a pansy when moving furniture?