A Different Man

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“To be counted among the best, you must be different from the rest.” -kR

He approached her and said, “These other men obviously think you’re pretty but I’m afraid they’re either blind or simply gravely mistaken…”
She looked up at him most contemptuously, as if feeling insulted. But before she could retort in kind he continued, “You’re much more than that…”
Just a moment ago he had her resentment. Now he had her attention.
“Just in case you’re just as mistaken, please allow me to show you what I mean…”
As she sat in her seat perplexed by the range of emotions this strange man had just taken her through in mere moments, he perplexed her even further. Taking a knee before her he removed a mirror from his coat pocket, held it up to her face and said, “Tell me beautiful stranger, what is it you see?”
“Uhm…pieces of me I guess?” She replied timidly. “Your mirror is broken, Sir…I don’t understand.” In response he simply gave a hint of a smile. Tucking the mirror away he said, “Now look me in the eyes and tell me what it is you see.”
At this point she was transfixed to her seat, uncertain about what to think, say or do. Never before had she been approached in such a manner, or by such a manner of man. And she had been approached more times than she even cared to remember, and by more men than she’d ever bother to consider. But to say that this man was different would be an understatement. He then extended his hand toward her as if requesting a formal dance. Taking her left hand in his right he placed a gentle kiss upon it. As he did, he looked into her big, lovely, curious brown eyes and said, “What you saw when you looked into my broken mirror were but fragments of the puzzle that you are; parts of your body and pieces of your heart that reflected the misplaced desires of many a common man, and the many failures of your previous men, respectively…”
By this time her breathing was getting heavy as she had begun to feel the thoughts in her mind accelerate and the heartbeat in her chest palpitate. “What you saw when you looked into my eyes was the future, the whole picture; the full reflection of the wonder of woman I am certain is to become my completion. And I…”
Without thinking she said, “I do!” Realizing her response might have been way too premature and feeling embarrassed for it, she quickly turned her gaze from him and down at her feet. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” She was amazed at how such a routine task had suddenly become a near impossible feat for her.
“It’s okay, I was just wondering if you would care to share this dance with me.”
It was only then she realized that she hadn’t even noticed when the soft music had started playing. Regaining her bearings and only appearing to regain her signature composure, she smiled from ear to ear and looked up at him. “How could I possibly say no now?”

P.S. Sometimes, when a woman so easily says yes to a man it is not because she is easy; some men just make it difficult for a woman to say no.

Masterpiece (Mother’s Day Tribute)

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“Let the broken pieces within you combine to create your masterpiece.” -kR

I was broken and downtrodden, recklessly abandoned; a little bird eating half a worm because father flew away long before I was hatched.

Poor mother, defending me from predators was a tall task for one with a broken wing. And yet she flew about tirelessly all day and every day. And somehow managed to keep my little beak pecking and our small nest warm.

I remember every so often a few of the stronger birds would be kind to her, but she’d say thank you only through a deep sigh. It was as if they weren’t gifts after all, like she’d had to pay for it all with bits and pieces of her very flesh and soul.

Today, I buried Mama underneath the old branch where she’d nurtured me long ago. My only regret is that she had to leave this tree before seeing the nest egg I was building for her. But in the end, I could tell she was happy because she said where she’s going her once shattered heart will be made whole again.

You see, birds see it all from our vantage point. Sunshine and blue skies, heavy rain and thunderstorms; hail, fleet, and snow—through it all, I have learned to fly higher than the clouds, no matter the weather. Because, ultimately, whether nested by just one bird or two I am still a bird. And everybody knows birds were meant to fly.

P.S. This one is dedicated to all those who are able to do more with less, especially single mothers the world over, who have either raised their children to become successful men and women or are currently raising them accordingly. Godspeed.

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