Myrtle sat in her doctor's
office, fidgeting nervously. With her hands in constant motion, she appeared to
be extremely upset.
"It's a mysterious woman!
Probably that same city woman who has my husband's attention, again!" she told the doctor when he entered the doorway.
Moments later, he asked her if
she liked to knit.
"I do, but what has that
got to do with my husband having an affair with a mysterious woman?"
Myrtle asked.
"Myrtle," her doctor
said calmly. "Let's say that the road of discovery goes only one
direction. In other words, it goes forwards, right? There are no roads
backwards. With respect to love, is this always true? Perhaps it is not
entirely true because the mystery of love can be unraveled, at least in part.
You understand what I am saying. In other words, love is not necessarily a
road that only goes one direction. There is more than one way, or direction in
which a road can be traveled."
Myrtle wondered where the
doctor was heading with all of this.
"But how can that be
possible?" she asked.
"Somehow, even though
we may not understand or comprehend it fully, the road that depicts the mystery
of love is like a scarf, or a sweater that someone has knitted. If imperfect, the knitting can be unraveled at times, but not always. Some of the
mistakes are correctable, a task that can only be undertaken one stitch at a
time. The act of doing so, in turn creates another road, one that goes forward
again. It's a new road, one that can be exciting and challenging for anyone
with enough courage to walk that road. It's a road of discovery, one
without an end and limitless in scope. It is eternity's pathway too, part of
the amazing plan for humankind."
"Thank you, doctor,"
said Myrtle, with her hand on the doorknob. "So, this is not a mysterious
woman problem, at all. I am so glad. "I think I will go home and do
some knitting."
"What else is there that
can be said?" wondered the doctor. "It is just a matter of
unraveling the mystery of love."
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