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Personal Reflection/Anecdote


            The Rose Bowl



                                                                                    By Alejandrina Mata Segreda


            The bronze bowl that we use for red roses in our activities returned to my hands after the last activity of my
            chapter. When we elect chapter leaders, we give the new ones the assets of the organization, including the
            bowl. Now, after many years, I have it in my house, and when I went to remove the already withered flower
            arrangement, I found an opaque bowl without the characteristic bronze color. Worse yet, I remembered
            that the bowl had the DKG insignia on it…but now I could not find it. Examining it carefully, I realized the
            bowl had been spray-painted gold and remembered the moment when we had no time to clean it properly
            and decided to hide the passage of time with fresh color.
               I decided to clean the bowl so that it would be “the same again.” I went to the town hardware store and
            asked Don Tino, the expert, if he had an abrasive liquid to remove paint. “What do you want it for?” he
            asked me, and I explained that it was to remove gold paint from a bronze bowl. “Here,” he told me. “Use
            thinner and nothing else; wipe it with a cloth gently but constantly. If you use another product, you will
            damage it.”
               So, I went home with half a liter of thinner and started the task. The gold paint, upon contact with this
            liquid, turned like a black paste (Oh my goodness, I made things worse!). But, after I rubbed the bowl for
            a while, the paste disappeared, and the bronze began to emerge. My hands were burning, but I continued
            because I saw that the bowl, in some way, was reborn. Then I applied bronze cleaning paste and, after 2
            hours of work, I had the old bowl in my hands. Like new? No, the time and service that it has given to my
            chapter for more than 4 decades had left their mark. But best of all was that one could now see the Delta
            Kappa Gamma insignia!
               As I cleaned the bowl, I considered it as a
            metaphor. I thought about my own chapter and
            others throughout DKG…about the time and
            effort  required  to  do  things  better,  about  the
            importance of not hiding what we don’t like but
            facing it and solving it—sometimes asking for
            expert help, sometimes finding solutions among
            ourselves.  Without a doubt, we would enjoy
            greater benefits despite the time invested in the
            task.





















                This article continues on page 31 with a
                        translation to Spanish.




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