I received this story from a lovely friend of mine and as I read through it I felt renewed appreciation for the beautiful variety of life. I realised … once again … that I don’t always see things the way that Life does … and that … perhaps … one of my tasks needs to be “seeing through the eyes of Source”.
I hope that you enjoy this little reminder that whilst WE may think that those around us could use some tweaking to “fit in” or “be normal” Life doesn’t feel that way. I saw a great kid’s t-shirt that expressed this sentiment beautifully. It simply said: “God don’t make no junk!”
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.”
It was obvious now that he was mentally challenged and 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 that just seemed to flow right through me and out of my mouth.I have no idea where it came from : perhaps it was the prompting of Life itself. 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”, I said to her: “Denny is a Blue Rose and if someone
doesn’t stop and appreciate that rose with their heart and touch that rose with their kindness, then they’ve missed a blessing from Life.”
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 just a dandelion, but I sure love living in this beautiful garden.”
Perhaps the next time you see a blue rose, you won’t be quite so quick to turn your head and walk off. Perhaps you could even take the time to smile and say “Hello”. Remember what a difference a kind moment can mean to that person or their family.
I am doing my best to remember to treat the people whom I meet kindly (after all Life is pretty tolerant about my shortcomings): and to remember that “Normal” is a cycle on the washing machine not something that applies to people.
“Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. ” … Insightful words to live by from a kind friend …
Godspeed and Arinaste (from my heart to your heart)