I have a bouquet of flowers they are so pretty. I have all these flowers and they make me so happy I’ve had these flowers ever since I was 5 when I gave my first away.

A little girl sitting on the swings crying I come up to her and offer her a beautiful daisy. She expects it and goes on her way happier than before. Now I have one less flower but that is ok because I believe it is ok. 8 flowers left in my hand. 

As I walk into my new class as a six-year-old I see a little boy standing in the corner looking depressed I walk over and hand him a pretty white rose and he goes about his day feeling better. Well, I’m making people feel better so this is ok. I have 7 flowers left.

I am 7 years old and I stumble across a little boy and he looks as if he is 4 years old and he seems to be lost so I wipe his tears away with a big sunflower. Now I have 6 flowers left and it seems I am losing my self

6-5-4-3-2-1 flowers left then I see her. Crying against a wall at recess. I walk over and debate if I should give her a flower. Because I notice she has no flowers and she needs one. My last flower is a beautiful lavender flower. I kneel down next to her and hand her the lavender. She looks at me and denies saying, “ I cannot accept this lavender flower. You have no flowers afterward, I will and never will take this flower.”  This is new no one has ever denied taking one of my flowers. “You need this more than I do,” I respond, “you seem to have a feeling that you are broken so take the flower.”  then I shove the lavender into her hand and walk away. I look back at her staring at the flower. I gave her the power of joy to fight away the sour thought. Now I wish I never had a flower, because like a vase I feel empty. But now at the age of 13, I see a new light. There are people in front of me including the girl I gave the lavender flower to. She standing there happy then the next thing I knew I have plenty of flowers again. But I can’t give them away because they are all not flowers. They are my friends, girlfriend, and family. 

As I pedal down the road I see a little boy with no flowers I stop my bike and walk over to him and say, “You may not have flowers now, but as you grow your flowers will come back to you. Because I was once in the same situation as you.” then a little dandelion is in my hair and I take the flower out of my hair and hand it to the boy and go back on my way home. I gave the boy the chance to continue a giant ripple of kindness.