A Piece of My Heart

One day a young man was standing 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 mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd 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 beating strongly, but 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 gouges where whole pieces were missing.

The people stared — how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed. “You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine. Mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.”

“Yes,” said the old man, “yours is perfect looking 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 which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because 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 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 these 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 stood silently with tears running down 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 old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and 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 perfectly, 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.

… Author Unknown


11 Responses to A Piece of My Heart

  1. Wendz says:

    This is a very good story…
    It makes me realize something, and it made me feel something I had never felt before… I’m almost crying here…. :]

  2. SAMEER says:


  3. angelli says:

    nice story… made us realize that loving somebody and experiencing a broken relationship makes you grow stronger, and that we should not be afraid in giving or reaching our hearts to anyone, even though they wont return a piece…….

  4. Sivuyile says:

    This tells me that love is about giving

    • Allen says:

      Yes, you’re right! This is a nice way to tell if a person who claims to love you really does, or if you really love someone else.

  5. Jaqi says:

    Love is a gift meant to be shared. One can not experience love until they learn to give it. You are right, giving love is a risk, but it is so much better to give your love & not have it returned, than to hold on to what you have & never experience the gift of being loved!

    • CHEDDY says:


    • Allen says:

      Let us not be ashamed for our weaknesses. We all have them. Let us be grateful for our recognition that we have love for others and now have opportunities to share that love.

  6. pauline brown says:

    every love experience no matter how long or short leaves us with a gift

    keep looking at what it did give you and move on

  7. D says:

    Really nice story..!!

  8. Bunny says:

    I am using this story at our mission as a reminder of why we share our hearts with others.

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