The more hurt and pain you have
gone thru in life, the stronger and
more beautiful your heart will be.....
One day a young man was standing
in the middle of the town
proclaiming that he had the most
beautiful heart in the whole valley.
A large crowd gathered and they all
admired his heart for it was perfect.
There was not a mark or a flaw in it.
Yes, they all agreed it truly was the
most beautiful heart they had ever
seen. The young man was very
proud and boasted more loudly
about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at
the front of the crowd and said,
"Why your heart is not nearly as
beautiful as mine." The crowd and
the young man looked at the old
man's heart. It was beating strongly,
but full of scars, it had places where
pieces had been removed and other
pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite
right and there were several jagged
edges. In fact, in some places there
were deep gouges where whole
pieces were missing.
The people stared. How can he say
his heart is more beautiful?? they
thought. The young man looked at
the old man's heart and saw its state
and laughed. "You must be joking,"
he said. "Compare your heart with
mine, mine is perfect and yours is a
mess of scars and tears."
"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is
perfect looking but I would never
trade with you. You see, every scar
represents a person to whom I have
given my love - I tear out a piece of
my heart and give it to them, and
often they give me a piece of their
heart which fits into the empty place
in my heart, but because the pieces
aren't exact, I have some rough
edges, which I cherish, because they
remind me of the love we shared.
Sometimes I have given pieces of
my heart away, and the other
person hasn't returned a piece of his
heart to me. These are the empty
gouges - giving love is taking a
chance. Although these gouges are
painful, they stay open, reminding
me of the love I have for these
people too, and I hope someday
they may return and fill the space I
have waiting. So now do you see
what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with
tears running down his cheeks. He
walked up to the old man, reached
into his perfect young and beautiful
heart, and ripped a piece out. He
offered it to the old man with
trembling hands.
The old man took his offering, placed
it in his heart and then took a piece
from his old scarred heart and
placed it in the wound in the young
man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly,
as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart,
not perfect anymore but more
beautiful than ever, since love from
the old man's heart flowed into his.t
gone thru in life, the stronger and
more beautiful your heart will be.....
One day a young man was standing
in the middle of the town
proclaiming that he had the most
beautiful heart in the whole valley.
A large crowd gathered and they all
admired his heart for it was perfect.
There was not a mark or a flaw in it.
Yes, they all agreed it truly was the
most beautiful heart they had ever
seen. The young man was very
proud and boasted more loudly
about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at
the front of the crowd and said,
"Why your heart is not nearly as
beautiful as mine." The crowd and
the young man looked at the old
man's heart. It was beating strongly,
but full of scars, it had places where
pieces had been removed and other
pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite
right and there were several jagged
edges. In fact, in some places there
were deep gouges where whole
pieces were missing.
The people stared. How can he say
his heart is more beautiful?? they
thought. The young man looked at
the old man's heart and saw its state
and laughed. "You must be joking,"
he said. "Compare your heart with
mine, mine is perfect and yours is a
mess of scars and tears."
"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is
perfect looking but I would never
trade with you. You see, every scar
represents a person to whom I have
given my love - I tear out a piece of
my heart and give it to them, and
often they give me a piece of their
heart which fits into the empty place
in my heart, but because the pieces
aren't exact, I have some rough
edges, which I cherish, because they
remind me of the love we shared.
Sometimes I have given pieces of
my heart away, and the other
person hasn't returned a piece of his
heart to me. These are the empty
gouges - giving love is taking a
chance. Although these gouges are
painful, they stay open, reminding
me of the love I have for these
people too, and I hope someday
they may return and fill the space I
have waiting. So now do you see
what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with
tears running down his cheeks. He
walked up to the old man, reached
into his perfect young and beautiful
heart, and ripped a piece out. He
offered it to the old man with
trembling hands.
The old man took his offering, placed
it in his heart and then took a piece
from his old scarred heart and
placed it in the wound in the young
man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly,
as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart,
not perfect anymore but more
beautiful than ever, since love from
the old man's heart flowed into his.t
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