This blog will hopefully inspire you, warm your heart, make you smile and feel positive.

Ears

ear

“Can I see my baby?” the happy new mother asked. When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the hospital window. The baby had been born without ears. The baby’s hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred.

One day the boy rushed home from school and flung himself into his mother’s arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks. He blurted out the tragedy. “A boy … called me a freak.”

He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favourite with his fellow students, he might have been the class president, if not for his appearance. He developed a talent for literature and music. “But you might mingle with other young people,” his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart.

The boy’s father had a session with the family physician. Could something be done? “I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured,” the doctor decided.

Then the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man. Finally after two years, “You are going to the hospital, son. Mum and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it’s a secret,” said the father.

The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs. Later he married and grew a successful business. “But I must know!” He urged his father, “Who gave so much for me? I could never do enough for him.”

“I do not believe you could,” said the father, “but the agreement was that you are not to know, not yet.”

The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come – one of the darkest days that a son must endure. He stood with his father over his mother’s casket. Slowly and tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to reveal that the mother – had no outer ears.

“Mum said she was glad she never let her hair be cut,” the father whispered gently, “and nobody ever thought Mum was less beautiful, did they?”

Real beauty lies not in the physical appearance, but in the heart. Real treasure lies not in what that can be seen; but what that cannot be seen. Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what that is done but not known.

What is the difference between liking and loving a person?

When you like a person, you feel happy when you are with that person. When you love a person, when that person is happy, you feel happy.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: