First, a story….
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 a 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 waited for me 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. Then he 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 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 a 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.
I (DM) received that e-mail this morning which in turn stirred something inside of me to want to introduce you my blog readers to our grandson Rigg…
Within hours of Rigg’s birth, a nurse suspected something was not quite right.
He wasn’t even a day old and, Rigg was in an ambulance headed to a larger hospital.
Test after test came back negative….
It would be almost three years before the diagnosis of Angelman Syndrome was given.
Here’s a recent picture of our grandson Rigg at age 3:
If you’d like to learn more about Angelman’s Syndrome click on this link
Rigg’s mom and dad have been on duty 24/7 from the day he was born.
Rigg’s mom is my eldest daughter
If you’d like to send Rigg or his parents a note of encouragement, let me know…and I would be glad to forward it to them.