I have two kinds of roses in my garden.
One kind blossoms, smells nice, and looks pretty good
for a short time. But give them a little stress, too much sun
or bring them into the house to put in an arrangement and they fall apart.
The next morning they are nothing but stems and a heap of petals.
The other kind of rose looks beautiful even as a bud. They hold up well,
…have long strong stems and even look great when they’re
jammed into an old soap bucket with a bunch of coneflowers.
I’ll bet you have friends like these. They can go camping
for a week in the rain or endure twelve hours of labor and delivery
and still look fresh and rested.
--Like people who participate in triathlons…
they swim, bike and run amazing distances in much less than three hours
…and make it look easy.
Even after such grueling undertakings…
They laugh it off and are looking forward to the next time.
Sometimes I hate those people.