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I sat
down to read under an old tree in the park. I felt my life was hopeless, I didn't
take an interest in anything. I thought that my whole world was dark.
A
young boy ran up to me, out of breath. He stood right before me with his head
down and said excitedly, "Look what I found!" in his hand was a
flower, and what a poor sight! The flower was dry and dead. I gave him a small
smile and then turned my eyes away so that he could take his dry flower and go
off to play. I didn't want to talk with him at all.
However, he sat next to my side and placed the flower to his nose and said in surprise, "It smells sweet and it's beautiful, too. That's why I picked it. Here, it's for you." The flower before me was dead. But I knew I must accept it, or he might never leave. So I accepted the flower, and replied, "This is just what I want, thank you." Just then, for the first time I noticed that the boy could not see — he was blind.
Tears
came down my face as I thanked him for picking the best one. "You're
welcome." he smiled, and then ran off to play. I sat there and wondered
how he was able to learn about my pain.
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 those years I myself had been blind. In
fact I never found there is always something beautiful around me in life. I
decided to see the beauty of life, and enjoy every second of my life. And then
I held that dry flower up to my nose and breathed in the smell of a beautiful
rose.