A
BLUE ROSE
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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.. "You're fifteen-years-old 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 center 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 just 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 that the next time you see a BLUE ROSE, 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, or nephew. What a difference a moment can mean to that person or their
family.
Written by an old dandelion!
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.
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