For fourteen years, an anonymous red geranium appeared on my porch every spring after I sheltered a family during the flood of 1999. When the flowers suddenly stopped, a worn shoebox finally revealed the gratitude that had been waiting inside all along.
In the spring of 1999, the river rose higher than anyone believed it ever could. Rain fell for five straight days. By the sixth, the streets disappeared beneath muddy water. …
For fourteen years, an anonymous red geranium appeared on my porch every spring after I sheltered a family during the flood of 1999. When the flowers suddenly stopped, a worn shoebox finally revealed the gratitude that had been waiting inside all along. Read More