Re: A Piece of MY HEART!

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off and offering a piece of my heart to you Arlene,

Love, Light and Compassion, Debbie>> 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 it was> 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.> > Author Unknown> Freely, joyfully I offer you all a piece of my heart! For you> already exist there! Warm, treasured and at peace! Love, Light, Peace,> Hugs, Arlene>

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> >

> > 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 it was

> > 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.

> >

> > Author Unknown

> > Freely, joyfully I offer you all a piece of my heart! For you

> > already exist there! Warm, treasured and at peace! Love, Light, Peace,

> > Hugs, Arlene

> >

>

Here is a piece of my heart with all my love April