Gift of Love


“Can I see my baby?” the happy new mother asked.


When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears.
Time proved that the baby’s hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred. When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother’s arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks. He blurted out the tragedy. “A boy, a big boy … called me a freak.”
He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music. “But you might mingle with other young people,” his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart. The boy’s father had a session with the family physician. Could nothing be done? “I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured,” the doctor decided.
Then the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man. Two years went by. Then, “You are going to the hospital, Son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it’s a secret,” said the father. The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs.
Later he married and entered the diplomatic service. “But I must know!” He urged his father, “Who gave so much for me? I could never do enough for him.” “I do not believe you could,” said the father, “but the agreement was that you are not to know…not yet.”

The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come … one of the darkest days that a son must endure. He stood with his father over his mother’s casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to reveal that the mother had no outer ears. “Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut,” he whispered gently, “and nobody ever thought Mother less beautiful, did they?”


Real beauty lies not in the physical appearance,but in the heart.

Real treasure lies not in that which can be seen, but that which cannot be seen.

Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in that which is done but not known.

~ Author Unknown ~ 

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5 thoughts on “Gift of Love

  1. C.V.Jayanthi

    Is sainthood greater or motherhood?

    1. happyalways

      Here the subject is not about sainthood or motherhood. It is all about doing something for someone who can never repay. Moreover, the greater thing is that the benefactor chooses to remain unknown. It is an expression of pure unconditional love.

  2. Sachin vasa

    Hari Om Swamiji

  3. Rita

    Real beauty lies not in the physical appearance, but in the heart.
    Real treasure lies not in that which can be seen, but that which cannot be seen.
    Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in that which is done but not known

    These lines are very touching. These are not just words, but they are very deep and defines our real self. But every person doesn’t realize it. I think everyone should think good about others and actually practice these teachings.

  4. Sanjay Chauhan

    Swamiji, Hari Aum!

    Gift of LOVE…
    What a sacrifice (in the form of gift from mother to son)… Unbelievable.
    No words for this love…

    Hari Aum…!

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