One day I went to store to do grocery shopping. Once done, I headed for the checkout counter, Only to be blocked in the narrow aisle by a teenage boy. Soon it became obvious that 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 Danny and I am shopping with my mother,” He response me proudly. “Wow” ,I said, “That's cool name; I wish my name was Denny, but My name is Shivam.”
“Shivam” he asked.
“Yes ,” I answered. How old are you Danny?”
“How old am I mommy ?” he asked his mother as she come over from next aisle… “You are 15 years old Danny; now be a good boy let man pass by.”
I acknowledged and continue to talk to Danny about bicycles, summer and school. I saw her black eyes dancing with excitement because he was center of some one attention.
Danny ‘s mother had a puzzled look on her face and thanked for taking time to talk with her son. She told that most of people wouldn't even look at him, much less talk to him. Then I spoke of blue roses:
“There are plenty of Red, Yellow and Pink roses in the 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 have missed a blessing from god.
With a tears in her eyes she said,’ God Bless You!”
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 this mother or father could be you. This could be your brother, child, grandchild, niece or nephew. What a difference a movement can mean to that person or their family.
