A friend sent this and I thought I'd pass it on...Hope your day is a
beautiful one! Love, Joicy
> ----------
> From: Eric Howland
> Sent: Tuesday, June 9, 1998 1:32 AM
> To: ehowland@earthlink.net
> Subject: Re: Fw: Flower
>
> > > The Most Beautiful Flower
> > >
> > > The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
> > > Beneath the long, straggly 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, or 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 it's beautiful, too.
> > > That's why I picked it; here, it's 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 mid-air 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-pitying 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 problem was me.
> > > And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
> > > I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second
> that's
> > > mine.
> > >
> > > And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
> > > And 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.
> > >
> > > ~~author unknown~~
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
>
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