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 flaw in it. Suddenly, an old man appeared 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 full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in. but they did not fit quite right, and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. The young man laughed." Comparing your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars."" Yes," said the old man," Yours looks perfect 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 that fits into the empty place in my heart. But because the pieces are not 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 has not returned a piece of his or her heart to me.
