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A Blue rose, story from the heart

 

A great artist shared this touching story with me, I know it will touch you, thank you Nancy Radzik!

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.”

t 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 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 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, 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! Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak   kindly.Leave the rest to the powers that be.

“People   will forget what you said, People will forget what you did, but people will   never forget how you made them feel !” 


If this story touched you today, please consider sharing it with others. It’s a good one and don’t we hear or read enough awful ones’ that this makes a good  change?

 

 

 

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