THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WALL

Here’s a beautiful story.  Even though I can’t claim the credit for it, I feel compelled to pass it along to  all of you.  Please take a moment to read it.  Life is funny, we don’t always see the fruits of our
labor  and love, but oftentimes someone else does , and that’ s what we should strive towards .

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WALL

There was a young woman who took great pride in the growth and care of the flowers in her flower garden. She had been raised by her grandmother who taught her to love and care for flowers as she herself  had  done.  So,  like  her  grandmother,  her  flower  garden  was  second  to  none. One  day  while looking through a flower catalog she often ordered from, a picture of a plant immediately caught her  eye. She had never seen blooms on a flower like that before. “I have to have it,” she said to herself, and  she  immediately  ordered  it.

When  it  arrived,  she  already  had  a  place  prepared  to  plant  it.  She planted it at the base of a stone wall at the back of her yard. It grew vigorously, with beautiful green leaves all over it, but there were no blooms. Day after day she continued to cultivate it, water it, feed it, and she even talked to it attempting to coax it to bloom. But, it was to no avail.

One morning weeks later,  as  she  stood before  the  vine,  she  contemplated  how  disappointed  she  was  that  her  plant  had not bloomed. She was giving considerable thought to cutting it down and planting something else in its  place. It  was  at  this  point  that  her  invalid  neighbor,  whose  lot  joined  hers,  called  over  to  her. “Thank  you  so  much!  You  can’t  imagine  how  much  I  have  enjoyed  the  blooms  of  that  vine  you planted.” The young woman walked through the gate into her neighbor’s yard, and sure enough, she saw  that  on  the  other  side  of  the  wall  the  vine  was  filled  with  blooms.
There  were  indeed  the  most beautiful blooms she had ever seen. The vine had crept through the crevices and it had not flowered on her side of the fence, it had flowered luxuriantly on the other side.

Just because you cannot see the good result of your labor does not mean that it bore no fruit.
Author:
Randy Reynolds

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