On a journey

It's a phrase that my mother uses a lot.

I used to wonder, "how in the world can mother call them

beautiful?"

I am a logical, statistical man. I call things as I see them.

I didn't see beauty.

My mother would tell people this with an enthusiasm theycould feel. She was genuine. She wasn't telling them theywere beautiful to get something from them. Most of thetime, they were trying to get something from her.

I wondered for years what was wrong with Mother'sperception and vision. Couldn't she see that all of the peopleshe called beautiful, weren't beautiful?

You were beautiful only if you had a certain figure and facethat was classed as beautiful by the laws of the world andglamour. Yet when my mother spoke people smiled asthough a glamour magazine had listed them as one of themost beautiful people of the year.

It took me years to finally understand my mother's visionand the phrase, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder". Mymother had a spirit that could see the beauty in a person.

Most of us only look on the outside and then compare what theysee with the standards the world has given them.

Today when you leave your house, carefully look at the firstperson that you see and notice how beautiful they are.

They may be balding, fat, wrinkled, pimply, or any of theother things the world frowns upon as beauty.

Look at them closely and look for the beauty.

If you really look, you'll see it. I didn't believe that at firstuntil I tried it. Sure enough, as I stared and opened anotherset of eyes I was able to see the beauty in every person. Nomatter how rough or worn a person looked, each pain etchedline held a glimpse of beauty.

When you leave your home this morning, look hard at eachperson. You will start to see a beauty of every human thatyou didn't know existed. Trust me and try this.

If you sincerely look, you will see it.

When you get home after seeing the beauty in faces of others

Look in the mirror.