Spending a few days in hospital recently reinforced this in my own mind. Although my time in hospital was brief, I was given full treatment.

The hospital staff left no bed unturned in holy quest of my recuperation. No matter what time of night it was, each nurse cooperated in awakening me and asking, "And how do we feel tonight?"

Teamwork is good for a number of things in life. Peanut butter and jelly, ham and eggs, and bologna and cheese are a few things benefiting from cooperation. In each example, one element compliments other and combination is greater than each individual part. This is coordination at it finest.

There is a limitation to so-called cooperation, especially in environment of hospital. I don't want to complain, but now that I am out, I feel a little freer expressing my opinion, without fear of any needling from hospital staff.

I will grant you, nurses are some of most wonderful people in world. The job they do is simply marvelous. It is absolutely true that patients could not get along without these nurses.

On other hand, what would these nurses do without patients?

I don't want to brag here, but if it were not for patients like me (if there are patients like me), nurses would not have a single thing to do in hospital. Essentially, they owe their job to me. The level of their significance is in direct proportion to patients they serve.

Not one to belabor a point, (it's hard to do any labor in my condition right now) I think it's about time someone stood up for patient rights. Since I have nothing to do for next week except recuperate here at home, I am perfect person to say something about this crucial issue.

The major complaint I have is with "we-disease" rampant in hospitals across nation. This "we-disease" syndrome has gotten out of hand and despite all research, no cure seems looming in hospital corridors.

Every morning, around 5 o'clock, my nurse came bouncing into my room with cheeriest of dispositions, completely disregarding my condition at hand and boldly asked, "And how do we feel this morning?"

(To my future wife)

Flowers. Only God knows how world would have been without them. Perhaps colorless. Therefore Great Artist seeing how unbeautiful earth would have looked like in absence of these plants, decided to add them as a finishing stroke in his canvas. So God said: “Let there be flowers.” And there were flowers. And God looked and saw that they were very good.

Very good? Very good! Because flowers are beautiful things, they have delighted all creation. Birds and insects won’t leave them alone. Some have died sucking their nectar. Wild animals gaze at these masterpieces of creation. And humans have put them to better uses as gifts and objects of decoration in selected places.

But God was not choosy when he decorated earth with these plants. Flowers can be found everywhere: on volcanic peaks (the Tower of jewels in Canary islands); in Alps and Pyrenees (the Carline thistles); in wild (the English iris); on mountain tops (the mountain houseleek or better name, live-forever); in tropical forests (the Bromeliads); in deserts (the primroses and lilacs of Death Valley, California); on sea (the lotus). And in whatever clime you find them, they are a beauty to behold.

Because of this, women have enhanced their beauty by wearing a garland of flowers on their heads or around their necks—from ubiquitous Hibiscus flower to majestic Rose flower. But flowers have played ignominious roles too. Like what?

It is common to send a bouquet of flowers to loved ones. And women have been wooed and won by them. Flowers with names like Queen of night and Morning-glory work magic. On contrary, flowers have been used to send negative messages by estranged lovers to one another. In this infamous group are Touch-me-not and Forget-me-not. God didn’t think of such roles when he created them.

Neither did he consider them as national symbols. The beautiful daffodil or musical long name, daffodowndilly, has become national symbol of Wales. Not whales of sea but Wales republic. Then clan of former is reputed for swallowing run-away prophets. Ask Jonah. But Wales, nation, is not alone in this respect. Which land comes next?

Barbados, tourists’ paradise, popular for her pristine surrounding and lovely beaches. Famous for her hospitality and rich culture. None of these, however, has popularized this island more than a simple flower—the Pride of Barbados.

What name, Pride of Barbados! If you are in temperate lands, you may not live to see this flower. Even if you waited for 76 years. You might only see Halley’s Comet—that is if you can cheat death. For none sees it twice. Mark Twain didn’t. Pride of Barbados is a tropical flower. So you have to travel to land of abundant sunshine to behold it. What if you live in tropical climate but are yet to see this flower?