The gift
Bennet Cerf relates this touching story about a bus
that was bumping along a back road:
In one seat a wispy old man sat holding a bunch of
fresh flowers. Across the aisle was a young girl whose
eyes came back again and again to the man’s flowers. The time came for the
old man to get off. Impulsively he thrust the flowers into the girl’s lap. “I can
see you love the flowers,” he explained, “and I think my wife would like for
you to have them. I’ll tell her I gave them to you.” The girl accepted the
flowers, then watched the old man get off the bus and walk through the gate
of a small cemetery.
- Bennet Cerf
