The Perfect Heart

 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. They embraced and walked away
 side by side.

Sent to me by "Hanady Mirza" <>

Nada AbiSamra