Classic: The Ear

True beauty, where does it lie?  This is a question that has repeatedly begged for an answer. With all intent and purpose, a story would suffice here.

“Can I see my baby?” the happy mother asked. When the bundled 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 has been born without ears.

Time proved that the baby’s hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred. When he was rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother’s arm, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be 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 favourite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music. ” You might mingle with other young people,” his mother reproved him, but felt a tenderness in her heart.

 The boy’s father had a session with the family physician. Can anything be done? ” I believe I could graft on 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 would 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 talent 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 ever pass through a son. 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?”

 Now, would you agree any less?

 Real beauty lies not in the physical appearance, but in the heart.

Real treasure lies not in what can be seen, but what cannot be seen.

Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what is done but not known.

 Over to you. Please let me know what your thoughts are below.




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