: About Me

The Gardener There was a man who walked by a small garden every day on his way to where he had to go. As he passed, he would notice the most beautiful flower standing alone in the garden. He was so struck by its beauty that he felt he had to possess it and keep it all for himself. He tried to reach in and grab it and as he did he felt the quick sting of the prickly thorns that seemed to surround the flower and pulled his hand back. Each day he would try to pick the flower and time and again would be turned back by the defense of the prickly thorns. So often did this happen that he began to...