Afterthoughts

     Oh . you poor thing. You're going to die if someone doesn't water you. Or so I thought standing in the church foyer in front of a large potted plant.  Its leaves drooped almost to the floor. In order to prevent its inevitable death, I poured six cups of water on it.  I then proceeded to the sanctuary for the morning service.  A few minutes later a man tapped me on the shoulder and said, "The water you put on the plant is now on the floor."  When I rushed to clean it up, a kind lady had already begun to mop.  While I helped her, two men watched and commented, "Who would do such a thing?"  Embarrassed I mumbled, "I did."  Their laughter bounced off the walls as they walked away.  Beneath the surface At church a plant in a pot had droopy leaves. An old man walked by with shaky knees. He looked at the plant, and he thought. Do I need to help this poor thing or not ? The dirt may be dry surrounding its roots .   It looks like no one here gives a ho