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THIS WAS VERY BEAUTIFUL.  I NEEDED A GOOD CRY! Monica "TackneyNY" <tackne…@aol.com

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I got this in the mail today from a friend of mine THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HEART  (Author Unknown)  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. Operation Just Cause POW/MIA Bring Them Home http://hometown.aol.com/tackneyny/brooklyntovietnamMIA.html

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I got this in the mail today from a friend of mine THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HEART  (Author Unknown)  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. Operation Just Cause POW/MIA Bring Them Home http://hometown.aol.com/tackneyny/brooklyntovietnamMIA.html

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