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Topic: Inspirational 09/29/11 The Blue Rose
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From: Sherry's Inspirational List <sherrysinspirationallist@hotmail.com>
Date: Sep 28 09:23PM -0400
Url: http://groups.google.com/group/sherrys_inspirational/msg/12174207b5638e0
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The Blue Rose
Author: Unknown
Having four visiting family members, the 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.
From an old dandelion!
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to
God.
"People will forget what you said, People will forget what you did, but
people will never forget how you made them feel."
"Then shall he answer them, saying, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye
did it not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to me." – Matthew
25:45
"Dan sal Hy hulle antwoord en sê: Voorwaar Ek sê vir julle, vir sover julle
dit nie gedoen het aan een van hierdie geringstes nie, het julle dit aan My
ook nie gedoen nie." – Matthew 25:45
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