Genevieve

Genevieve was an 87 year old Polish woman who I used to visit my senior year. Her family lived states away, so I would go in to talk and listen to her stories. My favorite phrase of hers came out every time she referred to her ex-husband. She would get this witty look in her eyes and say

"My spouse, the louse, who went and married the widow from Sun City."

and then she'd go on with her story. She was spunky and had an opinion about everything (and she let you know it too). She was always trying to set me up with the doctors and loved looking out the window for a Cadillac to drive up with her new husband. Genevieve was quite the character.

A single picture hung on the wall behind Genevieve's big green chair. It was a painting of several red tulips and one beautiful, yellow tulip. Genevieve explained that she loved the picture because the yellow tulip was unique and stood out in the picture. She said that it was individual, but still a tulip. Unfortunately Genevieve no longer graces the earth with her witty character, but her stories still remain. She certainly left a mark on me and I think about her when I see the tulips next to the tram stop-a sea of bright, red tulips with 3 yellow tulips sprinkled in one section. My question: How do I affect those around me? Am I a mirror of Christ? Or just another kid?