
Health is not valued till sickness comes-Health Proverb

In petals pressed, a fragrance rare,
Rose oil essence, beauty’s snare.
From Rosa damascene’s heart, it flows,
A single drop, a thousand blooms it owes.
Steam’s caress unlocks the scent divine,
A golden liquid, almost sunshine.
Rich in compounds, a complex blend,
Citronellol, geraniol, their stories lend.
A queen of flowers, her essence soothes,
Calms the spirit, anxieties uncouths.
Inhale the peace, a balm for weary minds,
Lavender’s gentle touch, with courage it entwines.
On skin it works its magic spell,
Hydration’s kiss, a youthful well.
Antiseptic whispers, a healing grace,
For troubled patches, a gentle embrace.
So precious each drop, a gift so dear,
From thorny rose, a treasure held so near.
Aromatic whispers, a heart’s delight,
The essence of spring, a fragrant night.

For as long as I can remember, my motto has been to be kind. One of my favorite stories is when I was working at Monroe Elementary as the head custodian. Our school was going to have a Parent-Teacher Conference, which takes time setting up desks and chairs. The conference started at 3:30 p.m. On the same day, we had an assembly that started at 2:30 p.m. It was impossible for me to get ready for the conference. I was frustrated, so I did what I thought would send a message to the secretary and principal for planning things so close together. I went home. My standard quitting time was 2:30 p.m. anyway. The next day, the principal confronted me about leaving before setting up for the conference. Rather than getting upset, I apologized for leaving early. I also agreed I was wrong. I let the air out of her sails when she was ready for a conflict. It is much better to be as kind as possible even when you feel you are right. I like to remember that the smallest act of kindness is worth more than the greatest intention.

In Madagascar, where people first found and used ravensara plants, they call the oil made from them “the healing oil.”