Here's a story that I can't remember where I got it but it is a great and vivid example of the "slight edge". I hope you enjoy it:
Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come see the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead. "I'll come next Tuesday," I promised, a little reluctantly, on her third call.
The next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I went. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house and hugged and greeted my grandchildren, I said, "Forget the daffodils, the road is invisible in the clouds and fog, and there's nothing in the world that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!" My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all the time, Mother." "Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears, and then I'm heading home." "Will you just go with me over to the garage to pick up my car," Carolyn said. "I'll drive. I'm used to this." After several minutes of driving, I had to ask, "Where are we going? This isn't the way to the garage!" We're going to my garage the long way," Carolyn smiled, "By way of the daffodils." "Please turn around," I said. "It's all right, Mother, I promise. You'll never forgive yourself if you miss this experience."
After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand-lettered sign that read, "Daffodil Garden." I got out of the car, took a child's hand, and followed Carolyn down the path. Then, we turned a corner of the path, and I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight. It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it down over the mountain peak and slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns - great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon, pink, saffron, and bright yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted as a group so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its' own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.
