A beauty product company once asked people in a large city to send pictures, along with brief letters, describing the most beautiful women they know.
Within weeks, thousands of letters came in.
One letter caught the attention of the MD.
It was written by a boy from a broken home who lived in a rundown neighbourhood. With lots of spelling mistakes, an excerpt from his letter said this “a beautiful woman lives down the street from me, I visit her every day. She makes me feel like the most important kid in the world. We play draughts and she listens to my problems.
She understands me.
When I leave she always yells out of the door that she is proud of me and one day I hope to have a wife as pretty as her.”
Intrigued by the letter, the MD asked to see the woman’s picture. His secretary handed him the photograph of a smiling, toothless woman, well advanced in years, sitting in a wheelchair. Her sparse grey hair was pulled back into a bun. The wrinkles that formed deep furrows on her face were somehow diminished by the twinkle in her eyes.
The managing director exclaimed “we cannot use this woman, she would show the world that our products are not necessary to make someone beautiful.”
A daily devotion for a better way of living.