Dr. Elizabeth Rossi was a caring soul. Recently retired from a prestigious career at the Sloan-Kettering Institute, she had been grounded in aiding humanity. She never did it for the recognition. She just felt good about it.
On a recent visit to one of the clinics her foundation had established, Dr. Rossi had met Anika,an orphaned victim of the civil war that had ravaged the countryside. The young girl brought the doctor to a special place.
“This is Peace Garden” Anika began. “People of my village have planted these flowers. The hope is that peace will flourish where flowers are allowed to grow.”
Elizabeth was touched by her dedication to the betterment of their interrupted lives. She walked with Anika, enjoying the site of such misplaced beauty, and the company the young girl provided. They walked to a point in the garden that caused Dr. Rossi and her friend to stop.
“What of these bells?” the doctor inquired.
“Those “spirit” bells. They ring to honor the spirits of the casualties of our people.” Anika explained.
The hour reached noon. A silent attendant came up the road and bowed in the solitude to the two women. He began to tap upon the bells. The sweetest sound emitted from his percussion. One tone for each life lost.
The young girl bowed her head out of respect. Dr. Rossi upon seeing this, did the same. The birds ceased their song. The breeze rustled the foliage. And the bells chimed in commemoration of the fallen. The feeling was indeed peaceful.
Dr. Rossi did not feel remorse. There was a placid sense to this “Peace Garden”. For obvious reasons, Dr. Rossi loved this place. She just felt good about it.