The Beauty of a Woman

― Carl Sag

The Living Room Volume 12 Reflections

October 9, 2021

Reflections, Day 1

“The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It’s the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows & the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years.”
― Audrey Hepburn

I have mentioned in my stories that I spent the 1963-64 school at The Citadel, a military school in Charleston, S.C. Going there was an ill-chosen decision for me. I found out later that my father had made the statement, “Maybe that will straighten him out.” I think that perhaps he should have heeded Luke 4:23.

At any rate, the first thing I learned at The Citadel was that it is quite possible to be totally lonely in the midst of two thousand others.

One Saturday night when a group of other students invited me to go out drinking with them, I decided that I could find a better way to spend my time. That was the night I fell in love with her.

That evening I decided to go to the free movie that was available in Mark Clark Hall.

The name of the movie was “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”

And that is when I fell in love with Audrey Hepburn.

My God, she was lovely.

It wasn’t her natural beauty or her long, slender neck. It was the way she carried herself and it was the character that showed in her face and actions.

When she sang “Moon River,” I cried, even though I knew deep down that an 18-year-old potential soldier is not supposed to cry. (I learned better as I grew older.)

Maybe it was my loneliness, or maybe it was her charm and beauty.

Maybe it was a coming of age for the second time in 5 years. It doesn’t matter now.

What does matter now is the memory and the reflections on how I felt and what I learned. Perhaps it was an entire package of emotions. Beats me.

I do know, thogh, that I admired her all herr life and I still do. But I learned something about myself that night, also.—john schulz

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