My friend, Randy, was eating dinner at the airport by himself when a lady sat down at the counter near him. A few minutes later, another woman and her young daughter sat across on the other side of the counter. The small girl's face was marred by a terrible scar. The woman seated near Randy stared intently at the girl as Randy looked down embarrassed for her. About a minute passed, with Randy growing more and more awkward with each second as the woman stared at the young girl. Finally the woman said, "How old are you, little girl?"
"I’m 8", came the reply.
"My, what beautiful eyes you have," said the woman.
My friend Randy went away sad. He had been able to focus only on the disfiguring scar. So much so that he had missed the opportunity to see those beautiful eyes.
What a shame to hear of Whitney Houston's death and to focus only on her addictions and failures. My, what a beautiful voice she had.