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One day a young man was standing in the middle of thetownproclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in thewholevalley. A large crowd gathered, and they all admired his heartforit was perfect. There was not a flaw in it.
Suddenly, an old man appeared and said, Why, your heart isnotnearly as beautiful as mine.
The crowd and the young man looked at the old mans heart. Itwasfull of scars, it had places where pieces had been removedandother pieces put in, but they didnt fit quite center, andtherewere several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there weredeepgouges where whole pieces were missing.
The young man laughed. Comparing your heart with mine, mineisperfect and yours is a mess of scars.
Yes, said the old man, Yours looks perfect but I wouldnevertrade with you. You see, every scar represents a person towhom Ihave given my love. I tear out a piece of my heart and giveit tothem, and often they give me a piece of their heart that fitsintothe empty place in my heart.
But because the pieces arent exact, I have some roughedges,which I cherish, because they remind me of the love weshared.
Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and theotherperson hasnt returned a piece of his or her heart to me.These arethe empty gouges -- giving love is taking a chance.
Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding meofthe love I have for those people too, and I hope someday theymayreturn and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you seewhattrue beauty is?
The young man walked up to the old man, reached into hisperfectheart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the oldman.
The old man placed it in his heart, then took a piece from hisoldscarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young mansheart.It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jaggededges.
The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore butmorebeautiful than ever, since love from the old mans heartflowedinto his.
They embraced and walked away side by side.
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