When my younger brother found out I was going to leave behind much of what I owned, he inquired about the desk. I told him that was something I was keeping. He told me he would have found away to go down there, I was living in Wichita and he near Manhattan Kansas, and get the desk. He said he would rent a storage unit to keep it, if he had too.
How could one ugly little desk that most people wouldn't pay two dollars for in a garage sale be so valuable to a couple of brothers? Beauty is indeed in the eyes of the beholder, and value is determined on an individual basis. That desk is a one of a kind. The only desk made for me. I love it. Stephen loves it. It is our only connection to a long dead but still loved family member. The material it is made of and the physical beauty does not change the deeper value and meaning.
In our lives there are many small things that may seem meaningless to most people, but have real meaning to us. We need to keep a hold of those things and keep them close to our heart no matter what others may say. Those things can provide us strength and hope even if others can't see their value. So in the end what I am trying to say is hold onto your small ugly desks, no matter what others may say or think. Hold onto and treasure you little ugly desks it will be worth it.