The Flower


This is a story I read in the internet.
While the original title is “A True Story”,
it does not matter if it is true or not.
What matters is whether you can learn and get any message from it.
Read on…

My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady
nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad
shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage,
I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me
loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my
restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive
when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the
romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is
my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of
bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me
about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I
wanted a divorce.
“Why?” he asked, shocked.
“I am tired; there are no reasons for every thing in the world!” I
He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a
lighted cigarette at all times.
My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who
can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him?

And finally he asked me:” What can I do to change your mind?”
Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and
I guess, I have started losing faith in him.
Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : “Here is the question,
if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's
say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we
both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do
it for me?”
He said:” I will give you your answer tomorrow….”
My hopes just sank by listening to his response.
I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of
paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the
dining table near the front door, that goes….

My dear,
“I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain
the reasons further…”
This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.
“When you use the computer you always mess up the Software
programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my
fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs
to rush home to open the door for you.
You love travelling but always lose your way in a new city; I have to
save my eyes to show you the way.
You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend”
approaches every month; I have to save my palms so that I can calm
the cramps in your tummy.
You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by
infantile autism m. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and
stories to cure your boredom.
You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for
your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can
help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs.
So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you
enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… and tell you the colour of
flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your young face…
Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you
more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die… ”

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting… and
as I continue on reading…

“Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied,
please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your
favourite bread and fresh milk…

I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching
tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread….

Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he
does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone…

Isn't it interesting to note that sometimes we are too fixated
on seeing thing from our own point of view that
we may have missed the whole big picture?

Looking back, how does this story relate to your life experiences?

Be grateful and treasure what we have.

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