·Unda Sledge·
“Can I see my baby?”the happy new mother asked. When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face，she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window.
The baby had been born without ears. Time proved that the baby’s hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred.
When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother’s arms，she sighed，knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks. He blurted out the tragedy，“A boy，a big boy... called me a freak.”
He grew up，handsome but for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students，he might have been class president，but for that. He developed a gift，a talent for literature and music.
The boy’s father had a session with the family physician，“Could nothing be done?”
“I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears，if they could be gotten.”the doctor declared. They searched for a person who would make such a great sacrifice for the young man.
Two years went by. One day，his father said to the son，“You’re going to the hospital，son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But the identity of the donor is a secret.”
The operation was a brilliant success，and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius. School and college became a series of triumphs. He married and enter the diplomatic service.
He would ask his father:“Who gave me the ears? Who gave me so much? I could never do enough for him or her.”