The man with a confident heart.
I’d like to tell you a story about having the confidence to let my friends tell me things I find difficult to hear.
Once upon a time there was a man who had a glass heart. It was very delicate and he was always afraid that it was going to break so he kept it in a wooden box lined with velvet.
Every now and then, when he was feeling confident, he would take it out and show it to his friends.
One day a very good friend of his accidently dropped the glass heart and it smashed all over the floor.
The man was mortified. It was gone. This precious piece of him that he had worked so hard to protect was now in a million pieces.
He looked down at where the heart had smashed and was astonished to see, floating a few centimetres above the floor, was a real heart beating away, full of life.
It was beautiful, a miracle. Looking at it the man realised that what he thought was beautiful about the glass heart, its fragility and its coolness, was no match for the beauty of a living heart.
His friend came over and picked up the heart opened a little door on the man’s chest and placed the beating heart inside.
As he closed the door he looked at his friend and said…
“There we go. That’s better.”
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