Once she had it back in place she bent over at the waist and began to sob, holding her hands over her face. I put my arm around her and let her cry. As I felt her shudders, I began to feel emotions that I hadn’t remembered in a long, long time. “This woman saved my life once,” I thought, “and now I have the chance to save hers.” And what was so equally unexpected was my absolute certainty that this was what I really wanted, not just for her sake but for mine as well.
I turned her around to face me and gently pulled her hands away from her face. Then I reached up and lifted her eye patch off again. “No!” she whimpered, “I’m so ugly.”
“You’re wrong,” I said gently. “You look at your face and the only thing you can see is your eye. I look at you and see a beautiful, courageous woman. You see the scar; I see all of you.”
She looked at me with doubt that slowly changed into wonder and hope. Then she threw her arms around me and kissed me, and I knew that I had made another very good decision.
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