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With each new day and moment of my life I realize just how fragile the human heart is. As I have aged I have seen children raised and brushed away tears, both theirs and mine, and I thank God for letting me experience each new day as it dawns. And I have tried to teach both my children and those I have come in contact with the value of the simple story below this picture . It was shared by a very special friend...

There once was a small village, and one day a young man stood in the village square and proclaim loud and long....."I have the most beautiful heart in the world". He displayed his heart for all to see and everyone that looked at the young man's heart exclaimed over its perfect beauty, its perfect shape, fine color and strong form. All agreed it was the most beautiful heart that any of them had ever seen. The young man was very boastful of his perfectly beautiful heart, and proclaimed it far and wide.One day he was proclaiming once again in the village square that his heart was the most beautiful in the world ...when a gray haired gentleman stepped quietly forward, it was obvious that he had lived a hard life, his shoulders were stooped and bowed ..his hands rough and worn twisted with age. In a quiet serene voice the old man asked the younger..."why is it that You proclaim to have the most beautiful heart in the world?" The young man puffed out his chest in pride and arrogance "just look at it old man, it is perfect in shape and fine in its form just as it is suppose to be." The elderly gentleman looked at the young man and and quietly asked, "and this makes a beautiful heart?" The young man sneered ..."show me yours old man"

The elderly man showed his heart to the young man and others that had gathered around to watch the two. The old man displayed a heart that appeared to have been patched and torn many, many, many times over, but each patch never quite fitting perfectly the tear it covered. The elderly man raised his eyes to the young man and quietly said. " each tear and scar that you see here represents a part of my heart and life that I have shared with someone else in my lifetime."

"And each patch that you see here is a piece of their heart given to me and I treasure each one as I have placed it into my heart, and the love that has accepted each piece has formed the perfect heart you all see today." The elderly man once more looked the younger one in the eyes and said once more" for you see,young man, the perfect heart is not judged by the way it looks or its fine color and strong form, it is judged by how it touches those it comes in contact with as it lives."

With tears in his eyes the young man looked at the elderly man and quietly reached in and tore a small piece of his heart apart and handed it to the elderly one. The elderly man accepted with a smile and offered the young man a tiny piece of his own heart in return.Each placed the piece they had been given in the tear that have been created ...neither piece fit just perfect but each heart glowed and became more beautiful because of the life that had just been shared.

Sometimes we all need to simply offer a hand to hold or a piece of our own heart to another to share to bring ourself contentment.


	sprite \| home About Me \| My Family \| thought 1 \| thought 2 \| thought 3 \| thought 4 \| thoughts of others \| Favorite Links \| Contact Me \| Miscellaneous \| McDonald My Family With each new day and moment of my life I realize just how fragile the human heart is. As I have aged I have seen children raised and brushed away tears, both theirs and mine, and I thank God for letting me experience each new day as it dawns. And I have tried to teach both my children and those I have come in contact with the value of the simple story below this picture . It was shared by a very special friend... There once was a small village, and one day a young man stood in the village square and proclaim loud and long....."I have the most beautiful heart in the world". He displayed his heart for all to see and everyone that looked at the young man's heart exclaimed over its perfect beauty, its perfect shape, fine color and strong form. All agreed it was the most beautiful heart that any of them had ever seen. The young man was very boastful of his perfectly beautiful heart, and proclaimed it far and wide.One day he was proclaiming once again in the village square that his heart was the most beautiful in the world ...when a gray haired gentleman stepped quietly forward, it was obvious that he had lived a hard life, his shoulders were stooped and bowed ..his hands rough and worn twisted with age. In a quiet serene voice the old man asked the younger..."why is it that You proclaim to have the most beautiful heart in the world?" The young man puffed out his chest in pride and arrogance "just look at it old man, it is perfect in shape and fine in its form just as it is suppose to be." The elderly gentleman looked at the young man and and quietly asked, "and this makes a beautiful heart?" The young man sneered ..."show me yours old man" The elderly man showed his heart to the young man and others that had gathered around to watch the two. The old man displayed a heart that appeared to have been patched and torn many, many, many times over, but each patch never quite fitting perfectly the tear it covered. The elderly man raised his eyes to the young man and quietly said. " each tear and scar that you see here represents a part of my heart and life that I have shared with someone else in my lifetime." "And each patch that you see here is a piece of their heart given to me and I treasure each one as I have placed it into my heart, and the love that has accepted each piece has formed the perfect heart you all see today." The elderly man once more looked the younger one in the eyes and said once more" for you see,young man, the perfect heart is not judged by the way it looks or its fine color and strong form, it is judged by how it touches those it comes in contact with as it lives." With tears in his eyes the young man looked at the elderly man and quietly reached in and tore a small piece of his heart apart and handed it to the elderly one. The elderly man accepted with a smile and offered the young man a tiny piece of his own heart in return.Each placed the piece they had been given in the tear that have been created ...neither piece fit just perfect but each heart glowed and became more beautiful because of the life that had just been shared. Sometimes we all need to simply offer a hand to hold or a piece of our own heart to another to share to bring ourself contentment.