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Mary's Heart
Mary was a quiet soul, who rarely ventured out of her 
small house on the corner. She didn't have children; 
no husband; no family came calling. And only once or 
twice in the ten years that I lived across the street 
did I even see Mary get a visitor.

Many of the neighborhood kids joked that Mary, with her 
large brown eyes, and short kinky hair, her grand round 
figure and her short stature, was a troll.. Many of the 
grown folk neighbors gossiped about her saying that 
she wasn't "all there" or was "touched."

Mary knew that she was talked about and acted like it 
never bothered her. She's been a "big girl" all her life 
And knew that people poked fun. So she cried her tears 
alone, and didn't let anyone know that it broke her heart.

Season's came and went In our town, and in our 
neighborhood houses were warmed and cooled as winter 
left and summer came. With every season, Mary would 
decorate her yard or hang a wreath on her door.

During Valentines and Easter, and even at the Fourth of 
July, Mary would steal away out of her home, before any 
one of her neighbors rose and leave a card in the 
mailboxes of all her neighbors, or a gift of candy or 
small toys for the kids, for every holiday.

Sometimes, you could see her peering out the window, 
watching as the kids opened their packages of candies or 
as a mother stood by her mailbox reading a card. And she 
waved back, once or twice, when someone acknowledged her 
from inside her sheltered world. But no one ever 
approached her.

I'm ashamed to say, not even me to tell her, "Thank you," 
or invite her over for coffee or tea. And no one ever 
returned a gift to her.

Many said that Mary had lived in that house on that block, 
for all her life. It had been her childhood home. She 
never married. She was just a part of the community.

But one Christmas, Mary did not put a wreath on her door. 
And on Christmas Day, there were no goodies waiting for 
the kids on their porches and no cards in the mailbox.

Most of the neighborhood supposed that Mary had finally
gotten tired of giving, and just decided to quit. No 
one noticed anything else about her...until.. One day, 
they noticed a man putting a For Sale sign up in front 
of Mary's house.

A small crowd converged across the street and watched as 
one by one, boxes were carried from Mary's home and 
placed in a large moving van.

Finally, one of the neighbors spoke up and said: "Excuse 
me sir, but.. Where is Mary going?"

"I'm sorry ma'am." He replied. "I don't know, I just 
have orders to move all of this stuff out."

"But you don't know where to?" The neighbor asked.

"No ma'am. But you can ask the guy that hired us.." he 
said.. looking towards the street. "Here he comes now" 
and pointed to a big black limousine that parked on the 
curb.

From the car stepped a lovely woman, dressed in a nice 
coat, and hat and carrying a small purse. Beside her 
stood a man in a business suit.

"Excuse me.." The neighbor walked up, and said.. "But, 
can you tell us where Mary is going?"

"Going?" The man asked..

"Yes, I see the van moving her things out. Where is she 
going?" The neighbor asked.

The man and woman looked at each other, then the woman 
bowed her head, and the man said.. "I'm sorry, Mary isn't 
moving away. You see, she died on Christmas Eve. She'd 
been in the hospital for a few days before, but her 
heart.. well.."

"OH." The neighbor said, startled. "I didn't know." Then 
he paused, then said.. "NO one did really. I mean.. it was 
so quiet but we didn't know."

"Yes, I understand." The man said.

"So you're going to rent the house to someone else then?" 
The neighbor asked, contemplating what a new family in the 
neighborhood would be like. "I mean, aren't you.. weren't 
you Mary's Landlord?"

The man smiled a small smile, the kind that says "I'm only 
tolerating you.." Then answered. "No, I'm Mary's brother. 
This was her house. She owned it since our parents passed 
away almost 40 y ears ago."

The neighbor stood looking at the man, shocked to find that 
Mary had a brother. Even more shocked to find that her
brother was obviously of means.. and never helped her or 
came to visit. As he thought of Mary's gifts, and cards, 
and her kindness towards the community, his heart began to 
feel guilty. He SHOULD have told her thank you, should have
taken the time to get to know her.. should have.. but.. Why 
didn't her brother ever come to visit?

Just as he was about to ask Mary's brother about his 
nonexistent visits.. one of the moving men approached with 
a box.

"What do ya want me to do with this, sir?" He asked.

Her brother looked at the man. "Put it on the van with the 
rest of her junk." The brother said.

"But it says on top of it that it belongs to you." The 
moving man replied.

"Oh?" The brother said, looking puzzled. He took the box 
from the mans hands, and placed it on the trunk of the limo. 
He tore the tape from the top of the box, and peered inside. 
The neighbor, from his distance, could see the man's 
shoulders shaking, and went to his side, to comfort him.

"Sir," He said. "I'm terribly sorry for your loss." He said..

The brother looked at him, a tear on his cheek. "For OUR 
loss, you mean."

The neighbor looked at him, and was confused. "Well, yes.. 
I suppose, but she was YOUR sister.. and I.."

As he spoke, the man pulled from the box, a small musical 
carousel. It was brightly colored, with lights around the 
base of the big wheel. The chimes in the box played a 
happy tune when the brother turned the key. Taped to the 
side of the carousel, was a note.

"Do you know what this is?" The man asked the neighbor.

"No sir, I'm afraid not." The neighbor replied.

"This is the very first toy that Mary ever owned. You see, 
Mary was a large and unseemly person. Her appearance was 
an embarrassment to her for most of her life, I suppose. 
She tried for many years to change, and was so unhappy. But 
then, she just decided to accept herself, as she was. Then, 
about thirty years ago, she started producing these small 
hand made toys. She said she loved them because they reminded 
her of happy times as a child. Times when, even though she 
had few friends, she still had family that loved her, and 
me.. to play with. She sent the toys to my children. A few 
years later, she and I talked, and I patented the toys for 
her, we opened a company and began to manufacture toys.
Mary visited her corporation only four times, and all four 
occasions were very brief. Time and time again, I would ask 
her to move in with us, or to get a bigger house. Maybe even 
go for some of those new surgeries to help her weight and 
facial deformities, but she wouldn't. She said she loved her 
neighborhood here. Loved to hear the kids playing and see 
the families living happy lives. Every year she would 
have our factories send her a few big boxes of toys and 
candies. I don't know what she ever did with them, but each 
year, like clockwork, she would order. Mary could have lived 
any where in the world. Our business, her business is very 
successful. But she chose to remain here, as God made her. 
She was happy."

The neighbor stood, shocked. He had never known, had no idea. 
His mind was trying to take in all this information. The 
brother, took the envelope that was taped to the side of 
the carousel, and opened it.

"Here." He said, as he took the piece of paper and handed 
it to the neighbor.

"What's this?" The neighbor asked.

"Just a note." The man said.

The neighbor took the note, and placed it in his pocket. 
"Thank you." He said, "I'll be going back to the rest of 
the neighbors now." They were very curious to know what was
going on. He said, "Please accept my sympathies."

"Certainly." The brother said.. "We'll meet again."

The neighbor turned and walked back across the street, where 
his fellows stood waiting. Once there, he quickly relayed 
all that had happened.

"Where's this note?" His wife asked.

He pulled the note from his pocket, and read it, and as he 
read, his heart was filled with sadness, and joy, all at 
once. And his eyes began to fill with tears..

"Dear Friends,

For many years, I have lived here, in this small house on 
the corner of our delightful street. I have watched from my 
window as fathers have gone off to work in the mornings, 
and mothers hurried their children off to school. I've 
celebrated each birthday, each new arrival, each wedding, 
each loss.

Thank you, for letting me be a small part of your lives. 
Watching you all, has given me back the family I lost. Even 
my brother, won't come to see me often, as he is such a 
busy man. But being here, where I can watch and listen to 
the joy, the sadness, the pain and the laughter of your 
lives, has made my life so full.

Because you all have given so much to me, I want to give 
something back to you. When you get this letter, please 
take it to Allen Hamersmyer, Attorney at Law. I have 
instructed him as to what to do for you. You are to receive 
the deed to my house, and all the land on the opposite side 
of the corner, where the field now stands. But I have two 
conditions in order for you to have this.
1. My house must never be sold, or rented for income. It 
is to stay open as a place for children to come after school, 
when no one is home. And to be used as a community house, 
for meetings, and such. And a place to welcome NEW NEIGHBORS 
to the block.
2. The land on the other side of the street is to be 
turned into a park. There should be swings and slides, and 
a swimming pool. Lots of things for little kids, and a 
walking track for the "older kids." I've told my brother 
that every year, each family with children here,
should be allowed to go to one of our stores, and purchase 
toys for their family, with an 80% discount. And if any of 
you should ever find yourself in need of a job, please call 
on my brother, whose name I have included here. You won't 
ever want for anything. Thank you, for making my life so 
joyful.

Love Mary

After he read the note, the neighbor passed the paper to 
all of his friends, and each one read. They all cried. 
For all of them, had known about the lady in the house 
across the street, but none of them knew Mary, or the
kindness that lived in Mary's heart.

Now, in that small house.. there is an office for welcoming 
new neighbors to the neighborhood. And the families on that 
block take turns making sure that all of their neighbors 
have what they need. If someone gets sick, another neighbor 
goes to help them out. If someone dies, all of the 
neighborhood gets involved, and helps out the family in 
morning.

The kids come their every day during the week, between the 
end of school and when their parents get home, so that they 
are not alone. They read, play games, and talk. Getting to 
know each other.

And the park has swings, and a swimming pool, and a slide, 
and in the middle of the park, stands a tall Carousel, that 
the people of the neighborhood have dedicated to fun and 
friendship. And they have named it.. Mary's Heart.

-- Unknown

 


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