The Carnation

this is actually something I read in a book once, I don't know if its true or not, but in any case, I think its absolutely beautiful and that all should reflect on this and what it has done, and what could be done to others in similar senarios....

A Valentine for Laura

Ann, a friend of mine, disliked Valentine's Day as a girl. She was plain-not ugly, but not beautiful. Valentine's Day is not kind to plain girls. It wasn't so bad in elementary school, when the obligatory thirty valentines arrived: one from each classmate. She overlooked the fact that her cards were not oversized like those of the popular girls, and did not contain the love notes like those of the pretty girls. But later, in middle school, the valentine exchange was no longer mandatory. Just when the earning for romance budded, when the desire for admiration and flirtation became imperative, and a valentine was needed most, no card arrived. Not for Ann. Not for plain girls anywhere. Only for the pretty and the popular. At such a time, stories of ugly ducklings that will one day turn into beautiful swans do not assuage the hurt and rejection.

As fate would have it (and often does), in subsequent years Ann did become pretty and turned many a boy's head. As she received more attention and flirtations, she came to feel--and therefore to be--very beautiful. But even years later, grown and with a family of her own, she did not forget those long ago days of rejection and dejection.

Today, Ann's family includes two boys in middle school. For a dollar, their Studen Council will deliver a Valentine's Day carnation. Ann gives a dollar to each of her boys to buy flowers for their girlfriends. Then she adds another dollar apiece with this instruction: "Pick another girl, one who is nice, but plain--someone who probably won't get a flower. Send her a flower anonymously. That way she will know that someone cares, and she will feel special."

Ann has done this for several years, spreading Valentine's Day a littly beyond her own world.

One year, Laura, who is plain to behold but beautiful to know, received one of these gifts. Ann's son reported that Laura was so happy and surprised, she cried. All day long, she carried the flower on her books and chatted with other girls about who her admirer could be. As Ann heard the account, she too had to dry her eyes--for she remembered.