There she stands, long and slender, oblivious to the world around her, pretending they are not staring from a distance. She bends to help a little boy pick up some small toys he had dropped on the sidewalk. A car driven by a young man notices her bent figure, and begins to merge toward her, until he is honked into consciousness.

The honk causes the boy's father to turn around. He sees the beauty helping his son, but before he can travel the short distance to his boy, she stood and walked away, patting the little tyke on the head, giving him her infectious smile. They watched her glide away.

The world attends to beauty, but she avoided this by helping others. Her life was filled with helping others. Children were her joy, though she had none. As a nurse, she chose the difficult profession of working in a hospice to provide comfort to the elderly as they passed. Her bright smile, warm eyes, caring touch and soft words gifted them peace. She gave completely, and it was sincere. As beauty, she tended to the world.

Once, her perfect figure was married, to a man she truly loved, but now she just dated, fairly frequently, but never long lasting. It was always the same reason they left; she was complete in all ways, the perfect woman, until the moment of intimacy began. It started as pure joy and excitement, as they saw the supple skin wrapping a gift from God. They shuddered in excitement, but as they began to touch, caress and play, they noticed how little response there was from the caregiver, no matter what they tried. She seemed somehow cold and distant, and the most she offered was a hand that glided them quickly to a hole, the hole, the one quickly offered.

Her husband thought time would make her more comfortable, so he had been patient, but the opposite happened, she began to look away as they became intimate, making herself more distant. After many years he was devastated, questioning her love and had to leave, still desiring the dream of her attentiveness, but no longer able to deny the rejection he felt, saw, knew.

After helping the young boy, she walked into a small café and took a table alone. It was but a few minutes before a brave soul found the courage to approach her, and he was gladdened by her receptiveness, her warm smile. They laughed together, and left together, he full of joy and hope, her giving her complete attention.