A Blue Rose
Having four visiting family
members, my wife was very busy,
so I offered to go to the store for her to get some needed items,
which included light bulbs, paper towels, trash bags, detergent and
Clorox. So off I went.
I scurried around the store,
gathered up my goodies and headed
for the checkout counter, only to be blocked in the narrow aisle
by a young man who appeared to be about sixteen-years-old.
I wasn't in a hurry, so I patiently waited for the boy to realize
that I was there. This was when he waved his hands excitedly
in the air and declared in a loud voice, "Mommy, I'm over here."
It was obvious now, he was mentally challenged and also startled
as he turned and saw me standing so close to him, waiting to
squeeze by. His eyes widened and surprise exploded on his
face as I said, "Hey Buddy, what's your name?"
"My name is Denny and I'm shopping with my mother,"
he responded proudly.
"Wow," I said, "that's a cool name; I wish my name was Denny,
but my name is Steve."
"Steve, like Stevarino?" he asked. "Yes," I answered.
"How old are you Denny?"
"How old am I now, Mommy?" he asked his mother as she slowly
came over from the next aisle.
Denny; now be a good boy and let the
man pass by."
I acknowledged her and continued to talk to Denny for several
more minutes about summer, bicycles and school. I watched his
brown eyes dance with excitement, because he was the centre
of someone's attention. He then abruptly turned and headed
toward the toy section.
Denny's mom had a puzzled look on her face and thanked me for
taking the time to talk with her son. She told me that most
people wouldn't even look at him, much less talk to him.
I told her that it was my pleasure and then I said something I
have no idea where it came from, other than by the prompting of
the Holy Spirit. I told her that there are plenty of red, yellow and
pink roses in God's Garden; however, "Blue Roses" are very rare
and should be appreciated for their beauty and distinctiveness.
You see, Denny is a Blue Rose and if someone doesn't stop and
smell that rose with their heart and touch that rose with their
kindness, then they've missed a blessing from God.
She was silent for a second, then with a tear in her eye she
asked, "Who are you?"
Without thinking I said, "Oh, I'm probably a dandelion, but I
sure love living in God's garden."
She reached out, squeezed my
hand and said, "God bless you!"
and then I had tears in my eyes. May I suggest, the next
time you see a BLUE ROSE, whichever differences that person
may have, don't turn your head and walk off. Take the time to
smile and say Hello. Why? Because, by the grace of GOD, this
mother or father could be you. This could be your child, grandchild,
niece, nephew, or any other family member. What a difference
a moment can mean to that person or their family.
From an old dandelion!
Click here to view our Home Page