Wednesday, April 8, 2009

a very toughtful story ^^


This story had been with me for such a long time..I often read it and then imagined how it will happen in real life..those vivid images ussualy felt very warm and touching..and so, here it is..the story which I didn't know its title..

John Blanchard stood up from the bench straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose.
His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes pencilled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind.
In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II.
During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like. 
When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York. "You'll recognise me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen.
I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened: A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured. Almost uncontrollably, I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell.
She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. 
The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own. And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her.
This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful. I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?" The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!"
It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive. "Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell you who you are."

so..what do you think..pretty nice isn't..hahaha ^^

13 comments:

sHaRk jer.... on April 8, 2009 at 11:07 PM said...

heheh...
soo nice la...
one very nice chap...
plng suke ayat...
the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didint...
hehehe...

dark_eky on April 10, 2009 at 6:13 PM said...

zmn skang nie..
muke tgk dlue..
tmbhn kt M'sia nie..
menurut en Isa la ..
hehehe
^_^

Jij@h on April 11, 2009 at 11:21 PM said...

erm..rasanya out of responsibility kot the guy still carries on introducing himself to the old lady.. ikut hati dia dah gi kat the girl, right?

interesting story, and good moral value..hehe

dark_eky on April 12, 2009 at 4:58 PM said...

eh eh..
cmner leh sesat ke cnie laks..
hehehe..=P
kalo ikut hati..
tp dier x ikut atie..
which makes da difference..
^_^

Nurul Farhana on April 13, 2009 at 3:04 PM said...

The moral of the story is to keep your handwriting neat and tidy, because it is the window to your soul.

Let's admit it, Mr. Blanchard fell for Ms. Maynell for her soft handwriting which reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind.

dark_eky on April 13, 2009 at 6:21 PM said...

guess I'm as bad as my handwritting then..
hahaha..

Nurul Farhana on April 13, 2009 at 11:02 PM said...

With your character, I'm sure there're plenty who are after you.

But I wonder...
whom you would end up with.

heh...
curiosity kills the cat.

thoyyibah on April 14, 2009 at 3:47 AM said...

erk..handwriting??
fuh...mine ws terrible..
can't change since i ws in stndt 4..
is it means my chrcter didnt........??
Thanks God i hav laptop..hehe...

Nurul Farhana on April 15, 2009 at 9:18 AM said...

I think this is not just about a wonderful lovestory, but rather, it is something about discovering yourself. Possibly.. concerning your personal values and life's purpose.

Like the author said, "tell me who you love, and I'll tell you who you are..".

Agree?

dark_eky on April 21, 2009 at 9:08 PM said...

sure they are a handful around here..
but I'm also curios about who's waiting for me out there..
hehehe
^_^

p/s:I kuv only mysf..

Nurul Farhana on April 22, 2009 at 11:09 AM said...

haih..
I rest my case.

dark_eky on April 24, 2009 at 2:17 PM said...

hahaha..=P
don't rest too long..

Nurul Farhana on April 24, 2009 at 6:18 PM said...

*lol*

I won't.

 

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