Warts and All He sent me a photo of the front porch. On the left: a perfect, vibrant Halloween pumpkin. On the right: a far different specimen.
Dented, noticeably lopsided, covered in warts. “No one else was going to buy that pumpkin,” he told me. “I wanted to give it a chance.” After nine years, we decided to part ways.
No one is angry; no one did anything wrong. We are supposed to want the ideal. To strive for perfect in career, life and love.
But he reminded me that even the imperfect can have a place on our porch, in our hearts. — Corinne Gould ‘Each Motion With Meaning’ Sheikh Ebrahim, a Palestinian imam, taught my sister and me how to read the Quran.