Wednesday, April 13, 2011

The Blue Rose: An Act Of Kindness

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.

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 I was there. 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.  Startled, he turned and saw me waiting to squeeze by. I smiled and said, "Hey Buddy, what's your name?"

"My name is Denny and I'm shopping with my mother."

"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. Leave the rest to God.
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  1. I love "blue roses." They truly are the sweetest and most loving, trusting people. When I was in Paris with my sister, a special needs child that was walking with their parents simply just rand off and took my arm. They started walking with me, swinging our arms and talking excitedly in French....and smiling the whole time. I could barely speak French, but I humored this kid and simply smiled and went along with them until their parents caught up with us, apologizing. I did my best to convey to them that it was no problem....I mean, the experience allowed me to catch a glimpse of this unconditional love we hear so much about but seldom experience in this world.

  2. What a special flower in God's Garden you are to appreciate a Blue Rose. What a lovely story! God Bless you. Thank you for your comment. Come back & visit with me. N

  3. I have never seen a blue rose, at least not in person. Now I want to go and find one after reading this touching story. And the comment from egosumbarb is touching as well. Thanks for this refreshing post!

  4. Margo: Knowing your tender heart...all roses are special to you, be they red, yellow, pink or blue. N
    And thanks for taking the time to comment.