Two women were walking between rows of brightly colored Autumn flowers.
- Brilliant yellow chrysanthemums and pansies screamed happiness.
- Warm oranges and cool blues sparkled joyously in the sunlight.
- Late blooming roses scented the air with promise.
And, as they walked, they talked.
Woman #1 said, “Oh, look at the beautiful flowers! So pretty!”
Woman #2 answered, “They hold nothing for me.”
Woman #1, somewhat taken aback, said, “Don’t look at them as just flowers…see them as color…beautiful, bright, bold colors that excite the eyes!”
Woman #2: “They make my eyes hurt!”
Woman #1 paused and looked at her companion before replying. “They may hold nothing for you, but they hold everything for me. And, they speak of life and the joy of living, of hope and love, of growth and change. The colors…they make me happy…make my eyes dance and my heart smile.”
Woman #2: “Bah – make you happy, make your eyes dance and your heart smile? They would die like all things die and then what would you have?”
Woman #1: “I would have the hope of renewal come Spring.”
Woman #2: “Hope? Hope is dead…as dead as those flowers will be when Winter’s freeze kills them.”
Woman #1 reached out to touch the yellow blossom before her, and said, “You’re probably right. I doubt they would survive the winter freezes, and I don’t have time to give them the care they would need.”
Woman #2: “Now you’re talking sense.”
Woman #1 turned away from what had just moments before provided her joy and reminded her of hope. And with a single, sad, backward glance she followed as her companion led her past me and into the parking lot beyond.
Be careful. Our words and attitudes infect others.