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To celebrate Valentine Day, I have created serialhati.com
(which will be my second website after serialsilat.com),
inspired by the following short inspirational story. Happy Valentine to you all!
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Tell Me Whom You Love
John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened
his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making
their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for
the girl whose heart he knew,
but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His
interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a
Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found
himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with
the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting
reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind.
In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's
name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located
her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a
letter introducing himself and
inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped
overseas for service in World War II.
During the next year and one month the two grew to know each
other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a
fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a
photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really
cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.
When the day finally came for him to return from Europe,
they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand
Central Station in New York. "You'll recognize me," she
wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at
7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he
loved, but whose face he'd never seen.
I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened:
A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and
slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate
ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a
gentle firmness, and in her pale
green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started
toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not
wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile
curved her lips. "Going my way,
sailor?" she murmured. Almost uncontrollably I made one step
closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell.
She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman
well past 40, she had graying hair tucked
under a worn hat.. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled
feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green
suit was walking quickly away.
I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire
to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman
whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own. And
there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and
sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle.
I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue
leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her.
This would not be love, but it would be something precious,
something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for
which I had been and must ever be grateful. I squared my
shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman,
even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of
my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you
must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you
could meet me; may I take you to dinner?" The woman's face
broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is
about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green
suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my
coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I
should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the
big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind
of test!"
It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's
wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in its response
to the unattractive.
"Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell
you who you are."
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Kirimkan Inspirational Stories dan Beautiful Poems kalian ke
serialhati@tungning.com ya,
jangan lupa menyertakan nama kamu dan nama penulis aslinya (dan sumbernya),
bila ada.
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