I had no idea, and made some lame guess at "Daffodil," because I'd always liked them since they seemed to bloom for my birthday, and I'd played one once (in full costume, thanks to my clever mom) in a Camp Fire Girls' program skit. But I left out that embarrassing-to-a-senior-in-high-school explanation, and had no reasoning to offer.
My friend, though, obviously good at this 'game,' had an answer for me. She spoke up and told everyone I was a pansy...which got a bit of a giggle from our classmates.
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But wait... There were teeny bursts of green, here and there, on a few of what seemed to be rubbery, dead stalks. I'd never thought much of geraniums until now, but I am impressed. Without shelter from the cold, but also blocked from any rain... With no water or care to prompt spring growth, they managed it anyway. (Of course I didn't take a picture, darn it.)
I broke off most of the dead sections, and stuck them in within the new flowering plants, and they seem to be doing well.
So as much as I wouldn't wish this type of endurance on anyone, I bet there are people-versions of geraniums in the world... Neglected, cold, and alone, without the least bit of aid or encouragement, who make it through the storms and are willing to put forth the effort to start anew. They would make pansies look like... well, "Pansies."