The daisy ...

I saw a daisy flying over a road. Petals, leaves, honey ... All flying in the air with no care.

Suddenly cars run over this beautiful daisy. The daisy was splashed against the road and it appeared to be completely out of life. Was it?

I couldn’t just stand there has if I didn’t saw anything so I approached the road and the daisy to have a better look. It appeared to me that the daisy was still alive but it wasn’t beautiful anymore… It was the same daisy I saw flying but it didn’t look the same to me. It was a flat daisy!

Nevertheless I couldn’t leave the daisy there. It was the very same daisy I loved to see dancing in that piece of air – it really made me feel a lot better – just that little moment when it was dancing.

Couldn’t help it – I had to give it a hand – I’ve loved it when it was flying – I love it now – it is the same daisy I’m seeing and touching. I’ve thrown it into the bright air over the road – it flew… The daisy picked up where she left and went on flying and gave my life something to laugh about.

You see, it was only a little hand that made the difference – which reminds me that that daisy could be anyone I knew and, most of the time, we only need a little hand to start flying again.

I hope that someday, someone, something, will give me their hand when in need – I’ll give you mine.