The Most Beautiful Thing One Can Wear is a Smile

“I have a right to be ugly.”

August, 25, 1989, a beautiful baby was born. Unfortunately the baby became more and more hideous as it grew. When every passing year puberty left another wicked curse on him. One year an ugly mole, the next a random growth spurt. Each ebb and flow of time left him looking more and more like a freak and less and less like a model. Wasn’t puberty supposed to craft him into a fine young gentleman worthy of the cravings of young women? 

Fredrick Watson sighed as he smiled in the mirror. His sigh soon became a depression when he thought about what he was missing out on. He never was able to gain a girl’s attention, play sports with any dexterity that would allow him to enjoy it in the least or make a group of people laugh at his funny stories. For him, he thought, God had left out all of the good qualities and stitched him up from the assortment of random parts laying around in his workshop. 

Sadly Fredrick Watson is a real person. He resembles many of us as we look in the mirror each day. We feel that God has placed us with misfortunes rather than blessings.

There was one thing, however, that made Fredrick Watson different. As quickly as his depression was hovering it had fled at the sight of his smile. Yes each row of crooked yellow teeth proceeded to banish the darkness around him and lite up the dimly light bathroom mirror. With the curve in his chapped lips he continued to drive the cloud out of him; forcing self-respect into his heart. 

“If the world in its fancy styles and colors can feel a sense of justification when they look in the mirror and see their beautiful faces then I can feel just as well looking in the mirror and seeing my face.” 

Fredrick Watson paused to gather his thoughts. 

“God makes no mistakes. He created each one of us in his image. His purpose is just. He told the blind man that God did this so his glory could be shown.” 

You see Fredrick knew that God didn’t have to fix his circumstances to heal him from the ever foreboding and ominous darkness that haunted his dreams and desires. He had to fix his heart. 

Fredrick Watson withdrew from the momentary battle, dressed himself and went to work. 

“I have a right to be ugly.” 

-Long Jack Lobo

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