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    The Secret Ears

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    The Secret Ears

    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 his father said, “You are going to the hospital, son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But, it’s a secret who it is.”
    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. It was 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?”

    Real beauty lies not in the physical appearance, but in the heart. Real treasure lies not in what can be seen, but in what cannot be seen. Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what is done and not known.

    Thanks,
    Sumit



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    Thumbs up very inspired wid ur msg

    Quote Originally Posted by sumitsehrawat View Post
    Source: An email forwarded...

    The Secret Ears

    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 his father said, “You are going to the hospital, son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But, it’s a secret who it is.”
    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. It was 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?”

    Real beauty lies not in the physical appearance, but in the heart. Real treasure lies not in what can be seen, but in what cannot be seen. Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what is done and not known.

    Thanks,
    Sumit
    sumit brdr
    very nice nd wondrfull msg hs been gvn by u.
    i m really inspired with this

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    BHAI BAHUT BADHIA LIKHA HAI .
    KHAS KAR KI AKHRI DO PANKTIYAN
    Real beauty lies not in the physical appearance, but in the heart. Real treasure lies not in what can be seen, but in what cannot be seen. Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what is done and not known.

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    Quote Originally Posted by sumitsehrawat View Post
    Source: An email forwarded...

    The Secret Ears

    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 his father said, “You are going to the hospital, son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But, it’s a secret who it is.”
    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. It was 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?”

    Real beauty lies not in the physical appearance, but in the heart. Real treasure lies not in what can be seen, but in what cannot be seen. Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what is done and not known.

    Thanks,
    Sumit

    A gud story with a lovely message brother.
    I wud like to append couple of lines bro.
    Parents are the 2 alive(visible) gods who fulfill all our reuirements and demands. God is something which u have never seen but u have a blind belief that if u pray or ask him, he will give whatever u have asked for and listen to u. We usually think of god when we are in trouble and to get out of trouble we pray to that unseen thing. But parents are the gods who are visible, who give u whatever u ask and always ready to listen u when u r in deep sorrow, when we r in trouble. No other human(in general ) can do so much as parents can do for their children.

    So, Maa, Baap are another name of GOD.

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