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If you try to convince yourself that you have nothing to offer God... If your capability is limited and so undesirable that no one is interested in your opinion, ability or talent... If you feel that God could never use you in any way, please listen to this story about a young girl without a nose. That is correct... she had no nose. There were only two small holes above her mouth for breathing. Here is the story:

A young girl had just turned sixteen and no one knew that she was pregnant. The young man had only worked in the town for two weeks. He was trying to make enough money to enter college. The secret was hers alone until six months later.

It was Christmas and everyone was so busy. The lights to the tree were ready to turn on. The sixteen year old stood with her mother while her dad plugged the lights in. Then it happened. The socket blew and smoke covered the tree. A flame burst from the tree and everyone grabbed the presents to throw them clear of the fire. The girl fell and did not get up. Dad ran to call the fire department. The fire was out of control and spreading fast. Mom saw that her daughter couldn't get up from her fall. Mom helped her up and they walked through the smoke to the front door where they were met by the firemen.

The night witnessed the loss of everything and the realization that a baby was on the way. I don't know what shocked the little family more. However, there were no lives lost that night and another life was on it's way. The baby was born that next March. It was not a good time for the family had very little to live on. Dad had a physical set back with a heart condition. So, there was little money coming in from the maid work that Mom did. They had to make a decision about whether to keep the baby or give it up for adoption. One great problem was that not many couples would adopt a baby girl that was born without a nose.

The adoption agency said that whoever adopted the little girl would have to spend a lot of money on operations. Girls need to have pretty faces. The years passed and no one seemed to want to take on the responsibility of her misfortune. She left the adoption agency's Home for Children when she was eighteen. She had been loved and taken care of by those in the home. Everyone loved her and would miss her in a great way. As she grew, she took care of all the other children that were placed there. She fed them and rocked them to sleep each night. She would tell them stories of unfortunate children and how their lives could turn around one day and everything would be wonderful. However, down in the secret place of her heart, lived a dark doubt that she would ever have a pretty nose like everyone else.

She left the home and no one heard from her for many years. Her mother was now old and dying. Someone in the town, placed the information of her death in the news paper, hoping that her daughter might read it. On the morning of the funeral, a lady dressed in black walked into the funeral parlor. She had returned. She word a delicate veil over her face and signed the register as "her daughter."

That day, there was a Doctor at the funeral that caught her hand as she stood looking down at her mother. She slowly turned to see who was standing by her side. He nodded and whispered an introduction and asked if he might talk with her afterwards. She nodded and walked back to her seat. When the grave side service concluded, the Doctor walked to her and took her by the hand and walked her to his car. "May I give you a lift?" he asked. She said, "Yes, I have to catch the bus in an hour."

They talked about her life and misfortune. Then he said that he was a plastic surgeon. He had always wanted to be one, ever since he was a small child. He asked her if he could perform the surgery on her face. "Of course," he said, "I won't charge you anything." She was reluctant until he told her that he had performed the surgery over a thousand times. She said, "Well, maybe."

The next four years slowly passed onward with her healings from seven major operations. It seemed that the Doctor wanted this procedure to be his finest. Someone said that they saw her one day in passing and she looked wonderful. She was beautiful. They had heard that she was working in the children's ward of a hospital. No one was for sure that she ever knew for certain, or was never told that the Doctor who had successfully operated on her, had been adopted from the same agency that she came from.


Yesterday, the newspaper reported that the head of the children's ward in City Hospital died. Her funeral was at 2 P.M. The head Doctor gave a few words at the funeral. He said that he had been rocked to sleep so many nights, looking up into a loving and blessed face. He said that his little head had been filled with astounding stories that life can turn out wonderful for all of the insignificant and unfortunate children. The paper went on to say that the hospital staff said that her presence will be severely missed. And that the children will miss her even more. Also, there has been a large number of volunteers to come in each evening and read bed time stories to the sick children. Anyone interested in helping will have to wait until another time. The paper said that it was not known why so many turned out to read to the children. It could have been because it was the Christmas holidays or maybe there are a lot of people in this area who like to do that sort of thing. However, if the hospital doesn't have an opening for you soon, you might have a little child living in your family that would love to hear you tell them one.