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Fire; Beautiful Heart

I caused a fire in the microwave today during lunch in Mrs. Smith's room. I was taking a Child Psych test in that class during lunch and Mrs. Phillips offered me some left over food from the L-Cafe. I left the foil in the microwave and then I smelled something burning and freaked out when I saw a fire. They were really kind about it, though. Mrs. Smith was like, "You took Foods, you should have known not to do that!" 


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 their 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.

How sad it must be to go through life with a whole heart.

Author Unknown -- but greatly appreciated

Thank you, mollys_home, for showing me how to do the headline thing on my profile.


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Mar. 10th, 2007 09:50 am (UTC)
Thank you for posting the story. It touched me. Sometimes it's hard to remember that true beauty is not always without scars & ragged edges.
Mar. 10th, 2007 08:18 pm (UTC)
Thank you for reading it! =)

Glad that it touched you. It touched me, too.
Mar. 10th, 2007 11:20 pm (UTC)
I like the symbolism behind your story.
Sometimes I wonder if I am the only one who is sick and tired of having chunks of my heart bruised. I do not feel the better for it and would like very much to not be a part of it anymore. But stupidity aka human nature keeps bringing me around for exposure to more abuse, torment and dismemberment.
I envy you your optimistic and positive nature.
Mar. 11th, 2007 08:40 pm (UTC)
I liked the metaphors behind the story, too.

You're not the only one. But that's what makes you you. An untouched heart would be boring.

Meh, I'm not always optimistic. I can get really negative inside, but that's when I withdraw from the world and try to figure myself out. Then I'm all good. Just need introspection to get over it. I try not to impose it on other people as much unless it's really killing me.
Mar. 13th, 2007 05:07 pm (UTC)
HAHHAHA wow, funny cecilia, it reminded me of that one movie "just friends" dono if u've seen it but the grl leaves the foil on. LOL
Mar. 13th, 2007 10:34 pm (UTC)
Haven't seen it. =)

See you tomorrow in the computer lab in the morning! =DDDD
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