A very old man, told me the other day that he loved my green eyes. He was mostly blind, but could still detect the colour of my eyes when I was in direct view. He said that they were both beautiful and unusual. He then went on to tell me that they reminded him of his mothers eyes. She had died when he was two after giving birth to his younger brother. I felt compassion for this old gentleman who had never had the chance to get to know his mother, yet he still had a great love for her. He spoke of her with great honour and affection. What a precious gift our parents are. I felt honoured to be chosen to brighten his life and to bring back warm memories of his mother who had given him life.