I was looking in front of me at someone who was holding my heart. I wasn’t worried because I had given it to them, I could trust them with it. To my horror I saw them raise it high above their head and smash it on the ground. My heart shattered like glass. The person walked away…leaving me to stare at the pieces.
For a while I knelt beside the pieces and wept. I couldn’t believe that they would do such a thing. I hadn’t provoked them and I hadn’t tried to take it back or give it to someone else. As I wept I noticed that someone else was standing there. It was a man and he was also looking at what was left of my heart.
“Your heart is shattered.”
“I can fix it.”
“How much will that cost me?”
“It’s already paid for, I just need some materials from you.”
I was shocked that my heart could be fixed, it seemed impossible. However I asked him, “what do you need from me?”
“I need your anger.”
“How can anger fix my heart?”
“It can’t. I need it gone so I can start fixing it.”
It took time but I was able to give him my anger. When I was done he presented me with my heart but it was still a mess. There were still cracks and holes everywhere.
“Is there anything you can do about the holes?”
“Yes, I can make it better. I need you to have the spirit with you. Pray, read your scriptures, go to the temple, go to church. It will be hard for a little while, but by doing that I will be able to fix your heart.”
So I went to church, attended the temple, prayed constantly, read scriptures, and did everything I could to make sure the spirit was always with me. After some time the man showed me my heart. The holes were gone but the cracks were still there.
“Is there anything you can do about the cracks?”
“Yes, I can heal most of the cracks. It won’t cost you anything but now it’s time to serve others. Serve your children, your family and your friends who are also having a hard time. Bring family names to the temple. Do things that will help you focus on others and not yourself.”
So I started focusing on my children. I started serving my family and my friends. It was difficult at first but I was able to forget about the pain in my heart for a time while I was helping others. I started to feel happy again. I started to feel like I could get over the pain of watching someone I loved throw my heart to ground.
After some time the man came back to me with my heart. It looked so much better but there were still a couple of cracks and many scars.
“Thank you for doing so much with my heart. It looks better than I ever thought it could. What do I have to do to get rid of the last few cracks and remove the scars?”
“I’ve done all I can with this heart, but I can give you a new one. It will be stronger, kinder, and the spirit will be able to fill much more of it. It is already paid for, I paid for it with my blood. In order to receive it you have to do something more difficult than anything else you’ve done. You have to forgive the person who threw your heart in the first place. The choice is up to you. Once you can do that the new heart is yours.”