Last night I gave my wife daisies. As she smelled them, I saw one daisy was broken, nearly fallen off. I felt a twinge of embarrassment because I gave her a bouquet with a broken flower. As she turned the bouquet, she spotted the broken flower. I winced but she didn’t notice. She got a look of excitement, gently broke the flower the rest of the way off and put it in her hair. In an instant she had taken what was “broken” and made it the most special of all.

 

Frank-The Happy Therapist