BEING DIFFERENT There are those who share a love of heart, even if prevented from giving the helping hand for whatever reason imposed. There are those who have the desire of heart; like late wild flowers scattered in meadows of dried soils and browned grass you encounter them here and there, dancing gently, adding color to Autumn. In the hustle of Spring they go un-noticed but when the dull shades of Fall cover the meadow your gaze naturally turns to these brave hearts. They could have chosen to be like everybody else; Spring flowers gone in a week of sun or day of hail; or grass: would a tired passerby notice the brown stems lying on the ground all around? Would his eyes find rest there? How does one cause real change? not from conformity nor uniformity. It’s not easy to stand apart from the crowd, to blossom in Autumn but some do this, not out of pride, but out of a natural necessity!