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sábado, 28 de janeiro de 2012

A Blue Rose by Swami BV Sajjan

Swami Bhaktivedanta Sajjan

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

"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

"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

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, 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?
I received this by email and thought I should share such a good sentiment we all need!

Nitai Gauranga!

Swami BV Sajjan

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