Well Actually its not mine original its a copy/paste but i did really liked the story so sharing :-)
So the Story Goes like this -----
One day a young man was standing in the middleof the town proclaiming that he had the mostbeautiful heart in the whole valley. A largecrowd gathered and they all admired his heartfor it was perfect.There was not a mark or a flaw in it.Yes, they all agreed it truly was the mostbeautiful heart they had ever seen.The young man was very proud and boastedmore loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front ofthe crowd and said, "Why your heart is notnearly as beautiful as mine."The crowd and the young man looked at theold man's heart. It was beating strongly,but full of scars, it had places where pieceshad been removed and other pieces put in, butthey didn't fit quite right and there wereseveral jagged edges. In fact, in some placesthere were deep gouges where whole pieceswere missing.
The people stared -- how can he say his heartis more beautiful, they thought?The young man looked at the old man's heartand saw its state and laughed."You must be joking," he said."Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfectand yours is a mess of scars and tears.""Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfectlooking but I would never trade with you.You see, every scar represents a person towhom I have given my love - I tear out a pieceof my heart and give it to them, and oftenthey give me a piece of their heart which fitsinto the empty place in my heart, but becausethe pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges,which I cherish, because they remind me of thelove we shared. "Sometimes I have given pieces of my heartaway, and the other person hasn't returneda piece of his heart to me. These are theempty 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 thespace I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears runningdown 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 oldman with trembling hands
The old man took his offering, placed it in his heartand then took a piece from his old scarred heart andplaced 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 perfectanymore but more beautiful than ever,since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.They embraced and walked away side by side.
~ The End~
