I used to have a plant named Charlie. Out of all the plants I had, Charlie was sort of my favorite because he was different than the others. Charlie had been growing wonderfully since I’d gotten him. Then one day, when I came home, he was completely drooped over. I didn’t know what the problem was, and I got worried about Charlie. The next day, as I checked on him and watered him, I started to sing “Cheer Up, Charlie” from “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.” That’s how Charlie got his name. After a few days, Charlie seemed to perk up to his normal self again.

A month or so later, the same thing happened. By this time, I started to search the internet to see what I could find out about the type of plant Charlie was. During my search, I discovered a very important piece of information: Charlie was a hanging plant.

All this time, Charlie had been trying to be what he was naturally designed to be. But I kept trying to get him to be what I assumed he was supposed to be.


2 thoughts on “Charlie

  1. says:

    That is deep on so many levels. I was reading and instantly got flashes of race, gender, sibling and all sorts of other stories and memories where people have tried to change my purpose or I have done it to others. Ouch and thank you.

    • Wow, glad it “resonated,” as they say. I almost didn’t write it, but the idea kept poking at me until I gave in. It’s surprisingly deep. I think we can all think of times when we have been on both sides of this issue!

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