Sunday, August 9, 2015

Blue Roses

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
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
"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
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 walked off
to the toy isle.
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, 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.
From an old dandelion! Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak
kindly. Leave the rest to God.

If this story blesses you today please consider sharing it with others.
"People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did , but
people will never forget how you made them feel."

Thank you to my friend that shared this.  A simple conversation can mean the world to someone. 

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