There are many who are not happy with our looks and here’s a true story related by someone who went in for surgery:

 ‘The plastic surgeon, a good fifteen years my senior, was a very attractive man. "Hmmm," he said quietly. "Are you a model?"

“Is he kidding?” I asked myself, “Anyone could see I was homely. After all, I had the scar to prove it.”

Seeing one of her neighbor’s children playing alone, a woman asked him where his brother was. “Oh,” he said, “he’s in the house playing a duet. I finished first.” Too many people find themselves playing a duet alone. Too many people are lonely. They rise alone in the morning, they eat meals alone, they watch television alone and retire alone in the evening. They have too few friends and family to share their lives with. It feels as if they should be playing a duet or an ensemble and everyone else finished first. They are more than alone; they are lonely.

One of my most vivid childhood memories and one I will always treasure is that of the awesome Nandi hills in the distance. I accepted those hills as part of my landscape and grew to love the evenings, when back from school, studying subjects I couldn’t staunch, I gazed at those mighty peaks in the distance and felt the restful calm they gently extended back to my troubled mind across the many miles that stretched twixt us.

 “Watch out!” I shouted at the man, as he nearly walked into my parked car.

 “Can’t you see where you’re going?” I asked.

 “No,” he said, “I’m blind.”

I walked upto him and took his hand in mine, I was glad he could not see the tears in my eyes as I led him across the road….

A couple of years ago while traveling in scenic Austria, I got down from the car and sat by the side of a mountain besides a flowing brook. It was no restful and peaceful and I was nearly lulled to sleep by the sound of the water, but knowing it would be an experience I would always cherish, I forced myself awake and lowered my feet into the passing stream.