Last night as I waited for a friend at Hiroshima Station I did what everyone else around me was doing: scrolled through my phone. On my Pinterest feed I found this story and knew I had to share it with you.
I was wearing dark sunglasses and as I stood there against the pole, the only signs of me crying were the tears rolling down my cheeks and the slight quiver of my bottom lip.
This story broke my heart and equally, healed it. I reread it again this morning and am crying again. I don’t just mean a few tears, I mean buckets with tissues and snot. I don’t know why this story had such an impact. Maybe because it’s animal who is helpless and can’t tell us in human words how it’s feeling; it can only show us which sometimes says more than words.
I don’t want to give away anything else, but I urge you to read it and take from it what you want and need. You won’t regret it.
My biggest point that I took was that some human beings treat others (both animals and humans) like this just because of what they look like. They fail to see that what is on the inside in the form of their personality is the most important thing.
In fact, I find people who are cruel to be ‘ugly,’ not those who might be classified like that because of their looks. I have met many, many physically attractive people who I consider to be ‘ugly’ because of their personality.
Everyone deserves to be treated as a fellow being, human or otherwise. If you are a living thing, you deserve love and affection and most of all, compassion.
I think ‘Ugly’ was more ‘Beautiful’ than anything else because of the pureness of his heart and soul. RIP little guy.