A gift of love... by _ShAnE_StArK_ 2015/05/19 07:07
“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 tall hospital
window. The baby had been born without ears.
Time proved that the baby’s hearing was
perfect. It was only his appearance that was
marred. When he rushed home from school
one day 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, a big boy … called me
a freak.”
He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A
favorite with his fellow students, he might
have been class president, but for that. He
developed a gift, 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
nothing be done? “I believe I could graft on a
pair of outer ears, if they could be procured,”
the doctor decided.
Whereupon the search began for a person
who would make such a sacrifice for a young
man. Two years went by. Then, “You are
going to the hospital, Son. Mother 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 entered the diplomatic
service. “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,
tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and
raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to reveal
that the mother had no outer ears. “Mother
said she was glad she never let her hair be
cut,” he whispered gently, “and nobody ever
thought Mother 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.....
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