A couple of weeks ago I asked Ramiro Gonzales if he would like for me to post something on his behalf.
This is his offering.
There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things so quickly, so he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.
The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in the summer and the youngest in the fall.
When they had all gone and returned, he called them all together to describe what they had seen. The first son said that the tree was ugly and bent and twisted. The second son said, no, it was covered with buds and full of promise. The third son said, I disagree. It was laden with blossoms that smell so sweet and looked so beautifully, it was one of the most graceful things I had ever seen. The last son disagreed with all of them. He said that the tree was ripe and drooping with fruit full of life and fulfillment.