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ItwasalongtimebeforeImettheauthorofthenotes.OneSundaymorning,Iwastoldthatsomeonewaswa...
It was a long time before I met the author of the notes.
One Sunday morning, I was told that someone was waiting for me in the office. The young person who answered the rectory door said that it was "the woman who said she left all the notes." When I saw her I was shocked, since I immediately recognized her from church but had no idea that it was she who wrote the notes. She was sitting in a chair in the office with her hands folded in her lap. Her head was bowed and when she raised it to look at me, she could barely smile without pain. Her face was disfigured, and the skin so tight from surgical procedures that smiling or laughing was very difficult for her. She had suffered terribly from treatment to remove the growths that had so marred her face.
We chatted for a while that Sunday morning and agreed to meet for lunch later that week.
As it turned out we went to lunch several times, and she always wore a hat during the meal. I think that treatments of some sort had caused a lot of her hair to fall out. We shared things about our lives. I told her about my schooling and growing up. She told me that she had worked for years for an insurance company. She never mentioned family, and I did not ask.
We spoke of authors we both had read, and it was easy to tell that books are a great love of hers.
I have thought about her often over the years and how she struggled in a society that places an incredible premium on looks, class, wealth and all the other fineries of life. She suffered from a disfigurement that cannot be made to look attractive. I know that her condition hurt her deeply.
Would her life have been different had she been pretty? Chances are it would have. And yet there were a sensitivity and a beauty to her that had nothing to do with looks. She was one to be listened to, whose words were so easy to take to heart. Her words came from a wounded but loving heart, very much like all hearts, but she had more of a need to be aware of it, to live with it and learn from it. She possessed a fine-tuned sense of beauty. Her only fear in life was the loss of a friend.
How long does it take most of us to reach that level of human growth, if we ever get there? We get so consumed and diminished, worrying about all the things that need improving, we can easily forget to cherish those things that last. Friendship, so rare and so good, just needs our care--maybe even the simple gesture of writing a little note now and then, or the dropping of some beautiful words in a basket, in the hope that such beauty will be shared and taken to heart.
The truth of her life was a desire to see beyond the surface for a glimpse of what it is that matters. She found beauty and grace and they befriended her, and showed her what is real. 展开
One Sunday morning, I was told that someone was waiting for me in the office. The young person who answered the rectory door said that it was "the woman who said she left all the notes." When I saw her I was shocked, since I immediately recognized her from church but had no idea that it was she who wrote the notes. She was sitting in a chair in the office with her hands folded in her lap. Her head was bowed and when she raised it to look at me, she could barely smile without pain. Her face was disfigured, and the skin so tight from surgical procedures that smiling or laughing was very difficult for her. She had suffered terribly from treatment to remove the growths that had so marred her face.
We chatted for a while that Sunday morning and agreed to meet for lunch later that week.
As it turned out we went to lunch several times, and she always wore a hat during the meal. I think that treatments of some sort had caused a lot of her hair to fall out. We shared things about our lives. I told her about my schooling and growing up. She told me that she had worked for years for an insurance company. She never mentioned family, and I did not ask.
We spoke of authors we both had read, and it was easy to tell that books are a great love of hers.
I have thought about her often over the years and how she struggled in a society that places an incredible premium on looks, class, wealth and all the other fineries of life. She suffered from a disfigurement that cannot be made to look attractive. I know that her condition hurt her deeply.
Would her life have been different had she been pretty? Chances are it would have. And yet there were a sensitivity and a beauty to her that had nothing to do with looks. She was one to be listened to, whose words were so easy to take to heart. Her words came from a wounded but loving heart, very much like all hearts, but she had more of a need to be aware of it, to live with it and learn from it. She possessed a fine-tuned sense of beauty. Her only fear in life was the loss of a friend.
How long does it take most of us to reach that level of human growth, if we ever get there? We get so consumed and diminished, worrying about all the things that need improving, we can easily forget to cherish those things that last. Friendship, so rare and so good, just needs our care--maybe even the simple gesture of writing a little note now and then, or the dropping of some beautiful words in a basket, in the hope that such beauty will be shared and taken to heart.
The truth of her life was a desire to see beyond the surface for a glimpse of what it is that matters. She found beauty and grace and they befriended her, and showed her what is real. 展开
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这是一个很长的时间之前，我会见了作者注。
一个星期天早上，我被告知，有人等着我在办公室。这位年轻的人，谁回答了目录门说，这是“女子说，她离开谁所有笔记。 ”当我看见她，我感到震惊，因为我立即认出她从教堂，但不知道她这是谁写的笔记。她坐在椅子上在办公室里与她的双手交叉在她的大腿上。她把头垂向当她提出它看着我，她可以勉强的微笑没有痛苦。她的脸被毁容，和皮肤，使紧张的手术程序，微笑或大笑是非常困难的她。她身受待遇删除增长如此破坏了她的脸。
我们聊了一会儿说，星期天早上，并同意以满足吃午饭后，周。
原来我们去午餐几次，她总是戴着一顶帽子席间。我认为，治疗某种造成了很多她的头发脱落。我们共同的事情我们的生活。我告诉她，我的教育和成长。她告诉我，她已工作多年的一家保险公司。她从来没有提到家庭，我没有问。
我们谈到了作者，我们都读过，而且很容易辨别出书是一支伟大的爱她。
我想她常常多年来她如何挣扎在社会的地方令人难以置信的溢价期待，阶级，财富和所有其他fineries的生活。她遭受了毁容，不能作出看上去较有吸引力。我知道，她的病情深深伤害她。
将她的生活已经不同了，她非常？没准它真会。但有敏感性和美感，她说，没有任何与期待。她是一个被点击的话是那么容易想得开。她的话来自一个人受伤，但爱心，非常希望所有的心，但她更需要了解它，一起生活，并从中吸取教训。她拥有微调美感。她唯一担心的是在生活中失去了一位朋友。
需要多长时间对我们大多数人达到这一水平的人的增长，如果我们到那里去吗？我们这么消耗和减少，担心所有的事情需要改善，我们可以很容易地忘记珍惜的东西了。友谊，所以很少和好，只需要我们的关怀-甚至简单的手势有点书面说明，然后现在，或放弃了一些漂亮的话一篮子，希望这样的美景将共享，并采取心脏。
事实上她的生活是希望看到超越表面看到的是什么问题。她发现美和风度和他们的朋友，表明她是真实的。
一个星期天早上，我被告知，有人等着我在办公室。这位年轻的人，谁回答了目录门说，这是“女子说，她离开谁所有笔记。 ”当我看见她，我感到震惊，因为我立即认出她从教堂，但不知道她这是谁写的笔记。她坐在椅子上在办公室里与她的双手交叉在她的大腿上。她把头垂向当她提出它看着我，她可以勉强的微笑没有痛苦。她的脸被毁容，和皮肤，使紧张的手术程序，微笑或大笑是非常困难的她。她身受待遇删除增长如此破坏了她的脸。
我们聊了一会儿说，星期天早上，并同意以满足吃午饭后，周。
原来我们去午餐几次，她总是戴着一顶帽子席间。我认为，治疗某种造成了很多她的头发脱落。我们共同的事情我们的生活。我告诉她，我的教育和成长。她告诉我，她已工作多年的一家保险公司。她从来没有提到家庭，我没有问。
我们谈到了作者，我们都读过，而且很容易辨别出书是一支伟大的爱她。
我想她常常多年来她如何挣扎在社会的地方令人难以置信的溢价期待，阶级，财富和所有其他fineries的生活。她遭受了毁容，不能作出看上去较有吸引力。我知道，她的病情深深伤害她。
将她的生活已经不同了，她非常？没准它真会。但有敏感性和美感，她说，没有任何与期待。她是一个被点击的话是那么容易想得开。她的话来自一个人受伤，但爱心，非常希望所有的心，但她更需要了解它，一起生活，并从中吸取教训。她拥有微调美感。她唯一担心的是在生活中失去了一位朋友。
需要多长时间对我们大多数人达到这一水平的人的增长，如果我们到那里去吗？我们这么消耗和减少，担心所有的事情需要改善，我们可以很容易地忘记珍惜的东西了。友谊，所以很少和好，只需要我们的关怀-甚至简单的手势有点书面说明，然后现在，或放弃了一些漂亮的话一篮子，希望这样的美景将共享，并采取心脏。
事实上她的生活是希望看到超越表面看到的是什么问题。她发现美和风度和他们的朋友，表明她是真实的。
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