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Trump Flower
I didn’t doubt it, because he was always there with that incessant knocking. It drove me crazy, but not today. Today would be different. I was prepared. I had never seen him and I pictured him the slick GQ type, but there was nothing special about his appearance. This gave me more confidence that this would be the day I would beat him. Then he wouldn’t be knocking at my door anymore. I would bet my life on it!
He sat down. I offered him a drink and a snack. He declined saying it wasn’t yet time for that. See, now this is what bothered me most about him. He did not make any sense. He watched me get my cards out. I saw that he had his own. This would be no ordinary card game. I didn’t wait for him. He didn’t seem to mind. I rubbed my hands together in excited anticipation. I smiled and laid my first card on the table: a picture of my diploma. My chest puffed as I recalled all the hard work it took for me to earn my Masters in architecture. My work is renowned all over the world. His quirky smiled seemed to be approval. I slowly laid down my next card: a picture of my million dollar home that I designed. I was impressive. ‘Impressive,’ was the look on his face, or was it? I slapped my third card down with confidence. That was me crossing the finish line of the last marathon that I was in. I have been in many and won all of them. My body a picture of health and I did it. He said, “You’ve done a good job with my temple.” I shook my head in wonder. I wonder what the heck he meant! This was one of the reasons I never opened the door. I could hear him, but it was too confusing, so I ignored him. I thought today was different. I thought I was prepared. I needed to shake it off. I have it under control, surely he could see it. What could top what I have done.
It was his turn. I don’t know why I was so nervous. I knew I had all my cards in a row. He did not appear to have any pretense. He laid three cards on the table and turned the first one over. It was blank. I knew it! I had him. He was just one confused wanderer who went around knocking on doors at all hours. Today was the day I would be rid of him forever. After, I win this game, that is. I waited; he did not speak. High advanced education over nothing. Chalk one up for me. He turned over the next card. It had a ‘speck’ on it. No comment from him. No problem, I did not need his confusing banter anyway. He looked into my eyes before turning the last card over. It felt as if he was looking into my soul with a kindness that I had never felt before. It made me uncomfortable. I sat back in my chair. His hand covered the overturned third card. He was way behind at this point and I folded my arms in satisfaction. Then he moved his had and there was the most beautiful red rose that I had ever seen. It looked so real. He saw the confused look on my face and as he passed his hand across all three cards: the blank one, the seed (not a speck), the beautiful flower and he said, “Only I can make something out of nothing, I allow the growth, only God can make a flower bloom.” Suddenly there was bright light everywhere. It was as if I saw Him for the very first time. Trump card; He won me over.
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