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Thursday, February 16, 2006
GIVING LOVE IS TAKING A CHANCE

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." It was beating strongly, but full of scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other piece 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 bautiful, 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 a piece 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 been waiting for. So now do you see what true beauty is?"

Th 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 embrace and walked away side by side.

Is there anyone you would like to give a piece of your heart to this Valentine's Day?
 
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12 Comments:


  • At 2/15/2006 8:48 AM, Blogger mommyof4

    Happy Valentine's Day thanks for stopping by.

     
  • At 2/15/2006 9:15 AM, Blogger FRIDAY'S CHILD

    I think I have been giving pieces of my heart to almost everyone I love but very few have returned these pieces back which leaves my heart not even with jagged edges. It has left my heart almost torn apart. So this Valentine's Day, I think I'll be giving myself this piece.

     
  • At 2/15/2006 10:03 AM, Blogger utenzi

    I'd like to give a piece of myself--call it a heart, if you will--to one of those lovely girls on the beach in the post below. Do you know any of their names, Marie? LOL

     
  • At 2/15/2006 10:36 AM, Blogger Lazy Daisy

    Nice post...I wouldn't be aurprised if some peices of your heart had scars too. happy Valentine's day. Thanks for stopping by.

     
  • At 2/15/2006 12:21 PM, Anonymous jude

    thoughtful story... happy valentines day..

     
  • At 2/15/2006 6:37 PM, Anonymous mar

    What a lovely story! hope you had a great Valentine's Day. Thanks for making mine a lovely one, I love comments!

     
  • At 2/15/2006 7:21 PM, Blogger Connie and Rob

    That is a beautiful post. Thanks for sharing.

    Connie

     
  • At 2/15/2006 10:45 PM, Blogger the Intuitive Woman

    That was a very nice post. It sums up how I've always felt about love, and the experiences of the past, but some where along the line I think I got bitter and stopped giving it away so easily. Thank you for sharing it, and thanks for stopping by.

     
  • At 2/15/2006 11:30 PM, Blogger FrogLegs

    WHat a lovely story...

     
  • At 2/16/2006 4:48 AM, Anonymous Claire

    What a lovely story!! I'm with the old man!

     
  • At 2/16/2006 10:06 AM, Blogger sage

    Nice story, but reminds me of a story about the guy who needed a heart transplant. He was given several hearts as options--one was for an old attorney, but it was the most expensive. Why, he said, is that heart so expensive. "Because it is unused," the doctor said... I hope you had a wonderful Valentine's Day

     
  • At 2/17/2006 11:31 PM, Anonymous Im Chele In [dot] LA

    sounds like a song...
    Give a little piece....
    Over from the other Michele's
    again...