People are beautiful. Fat, thin, short, tall, big-nosed or lop-eared, blue- or gray-haired - whatever. Kind and charitable mouths are the most beautiful. Mouths that smile. Hands offering cups of cold water, no matter how calloused or wrinkled or however poorly manicured, are beautiful hands. Kindness beautifies the person - drawing him or her nearer into Beauty.
That doesn't mean that there are not truly attractive people in our world, people who make jaws drop, who cause traffic accidents. They are certainly there. But they have their own troubles. And deserve to be seen as beautiful for what they say and do as much as someone like me. Most of the time, they are never given the chance. People give me the chance every day. And what a shame that I don't always take them up on it.
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You know, I've found this to be a particularly moving post. For a few days now I've wanted to add something, but apparently require further percolation.
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