Thoughts while Traveling

Someone gave me a flower. I am touched. It's sitting in a pot on my desk and it makes me smile. It reminds me that I am alive as well. It reminds me that I have been uprooted like it has and replanted...and watered...and that one day I will be as beautiful and strong and graceful like it is. I don't know what kind of storms this little daisy has weathered, because I only see it thriving and smiling at me. Kind of like my life. As I grow older, I meet new people, go new places. These people don't know what storms I have weathered to be standing upright. They don't have to know. I hope they will look at me and see what I see in you, little flower.