If our eyes only saw souls instead of bodies, how differently would we understand the meaning of beauty?
Our house was across the street from a big hospital, so we rented our empty upstairs rooms to outpatients. One evening, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a truly sick-looking man.
His face looked terrible - it was swollen and red. Yet his voice was pleasant. He told me that he came for treatment and that he'd been hunting for a spare room since noon, but no one would give him one because of his face. For a moment I hesitated, but he said he would be happy to just sleep on our porch . I agreed.
The old man had a huge heart inside his tiny body. He told me that he fished for a living to support his daughter, her five children, and her crippled husband. He didn't complain while telling me his story. He was grateful that he didn't feel any pain from his disease, which was seemingly a form of skin cancer.
The next morning, he said, "Can I come back and stay the next time I need treatment?" I told him he was welcome to come again. On his next trip, as a gift, he brought a big fish and some large oysters. In the years that he stayed with us, there was never a time that he did not bring us gifts like these.
My neighbor warned me that I could lose potential renters by putting up the old man after he left the first morning.
Maybe we did lose renters once or twice. But if only they could have known him, perhaps their illnesses would have been easier to bear. I know our family always will be grateful to have known him. From him we learned what it was to accept the bad without complaint and the good with gratitude.