I borrowed this from another blog I follow......it's too heartwarming not to pass along. Have a great day! Jan

Monday, May 11, 2009
Monday Moment for Down Syndrome - Blue Rose

Blue Rose

Why do I always have to be the one that starts to do laundry and there's no
detergent? Well, I guess it was time for me to do my store run, which included
light bulbs, paper towels, trash bags and Clorox. So off I go.

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 that 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 neat name; I wish my name was Denny, but my name is Hal."
"Hal, like Halloween?" 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."

Please the next time you see a BLUE ROSE don't turn your head and walk off, take
the time to smile and say Hello, because by the grace of GOD, this mother 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 another old dandelion ~ Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak
kindly.