Blue Roses - Philosophical

Hovvdy, Folks;
I may have posted this previously but its vvorth reading again.;
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From one dandelion to others... just had to share..

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, 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; and, 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."
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Love to all, Hank............

 

Well, I have a tear in my eye also. Thank you Hank, for reminding us all that not everyone is the same, but we are all alike.

 

Thank you, Hank. Due to an car accident, I have a Blue Rose in my family now. This is one that should go 'viral' so everyone can read it.