The Most Beautiful Heart
One day a young man was standing1 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 didn't fit quite right， and there were several jagged edges. In fact， in some places there were deep gouges2 where whole pieces were missing.
The young man laughed. & 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.
the pieces aren't exact， I have some rough edges， which I cherish， 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 or her 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 those 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 walked up to the old man， reached into his perfect heart， and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man.
The old man placed it in his heart， 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 perfectly3， 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.
They embraced and walked away side by side.