How ruthless and solid hearted does the surgeon look as he holds the razor sharp blade in his hand and slowly unzips the skin of a critical condition patient in need of a heart transplant. His cold steel blades and rock-solid nerves, His Patience and stillness view an image of a sadistic monster who has helplessly trapped his victim and have paralyzed it with poison. But as the darkest night turns into dawn slowly and un noticeably this same surgeon seems to take a different image as he takes out his own heart and plants it into the slowly dying body of his dear patient. Bringing in warmth and strength with love beyond looks and care beyond pain. He might not speak again for its the end for him, but for his beloved its a beginning. Planting a message of love in that once was a dying body.
Some say he was a fool, but I say no. He wasn't, He loved till his very end. A love that has never been mentioned in novels nor taught in the books of medicine. He looked terrible in the eyes of the beholder but for the heart of God he was not. He has the heart of the Father.
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