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>Subject: Thaks your piece fits>>>>>>> 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.>>>> Author Unknown>> If this touched your heart, please send it to your friends!>>>>