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
it's petals all worn, not enough rain, or to 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.
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