Yesterday, I got on the elevator with a small, bespeckled woman carrying two large bouquets of roses.
“What floor?” she asked.
“Ah,” she said. “Me, too.”
I motioned to her flowers. “Those are gorgeous.”
She nodded. “Where are you going?”
My cheeks flushed. “Ah…therapy.” I gave her a sheepish grin.
As the doors began to open, she reached down and pulled out two roses. “Here,” she said. “I have plenty.”
And for a moment, as I sat in the waiting room gazing into the beautiful faces of my new friends, Fear took a step back.