The park bench was deserted as I sat down. I felt disappointed with life. The world was intent on dragging me down and I had every right to frown. The day wasn't going the way I planned, and if that wasn't enough to ruin my day, a young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from playing. He stood beside me, with great excitement and said "Look what I foundl" In his hand was a flower and what a pitiful sight. Its petals were wilting from not enough rain or too little light. I wanted him to take his dead flower and go away. I faked a small smile and then turned my head. But... instead of leaving he sat next to my side.
He placed the flower to his nose and declared with surprise, "It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too. That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."
Beautiful? This weed before me was dying. It was not vibrant with color or life. I didn't want to accept it, but I thought if I did he might leave. So I reached for the flower and replied annoyed, "Oh, just what I needed."
But... instead of him placing the flower in my hand, he held it in the air. It was then that I noticed for the very first time, this overly positive boy could not see. He was blind.
Shocked, tears started running like rain as I then graciously thanked him for picking the very best one. "You are very welcome."
He smiled and then ran off to play.
He was completely unaware of the impact he had just made on my day. I sat there and wondered how he managed to see a self-pitying woman sulking on a bench. Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight. It was then, finally, through the eyes of a blind child, that 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, fit that moment, I vowed to see the beauty in life. To be grateful for my life and appreciate every second that’s mine. I held that wilted flower up to my nose and breathed in the fragrance. It was beautiful. Then, I sat and watched that young boy, off in the distance, pick another wilted flower and approach an unsuspecting old man. He was about to change another life.