Soul in a Perishing Body

In a room full of people the other day, I noticed a figure that sat down right behind me.  I turned around to see who it was, and for a moment, caught myself staring and instantly turned back around.

His face was tout and shiny, his right ear lobe was missing, a few fingers were gone, and his lips were barely noticeable. A burn victim from an auto accident, and all I could think of was the unbearable life he must have.  But as he stood up,  introduced himself, and explained his story it became apparent that he was not the one who was suffering.  He didn't see his life the way we assumed it to be.  


Instead of victimizing himself, he took another approach to life and used his experience as a vehicle to educate others on the way they see themselves in this little realm we call life.  It's not about the material and superficial things that makes us happy, but the experiences we have through seeing our purpose in life a little differently because in the end, we are nothing more than a soul in a perishing body.


I wanted to cry as I heard his story, and as selfish as this may sound, I wanted to cry for myself.