The Most Beautiful Flower
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read beneath the
long scraggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life,with good reason to frown,for the world
was intent on dragging me down.And if that weren't enough to ruin
my day,A young boy out of breath approached me,all tired from
play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down and said
with great excitement,"Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower,and what a pitiful sight,with its
petals all worn,not enough rain and too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,I
faked a small smile and then shifted away
But instead of retreating,he sat next to my side,and placed
the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty,and its beautiful, too.Thats why I
picked it,Here,Its just for you!"
The weed before me was dying or dead.Not vibrant of colors,
orange,yellow or red. But I knew I must take it,or he might
never leave.So I reached for the flower,and replied"Just what
I need!"
But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,He held it
midair,without reason or plan.It was then that I noticed for
the very first time, That weed toting boy could not see...
He was blind.
I heard my voice quiver,tears shone like the sun,as I thanked
him for picking the very best one!
" You're welcome" he smiled,and then ran off to play,Unaware of
the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to see A self-piting
woman,beneath an old willow tree.How did he know of my self-
indulged plight? Perhaps from his heart,He'd been blessed with
true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child,at last I could see,The
problem was not with the world;The probblem was me.And for all
those times,I myself had been blind,vowed to see the beauty
in life,and appreciate every second thats mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose,breathed in
the fragrance of a beautiful rose,And smiled as I watched
that young boy,another weed in his hand,about to change the
life of an unsuspecting old man.
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