Through The Eyes of a Blind Child

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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 as 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 smile and then shifted away. But instead of retreating, he sat next to me 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”

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