Saturday, July 18, 2009

I ran into a stranger as he passed by, "Oh excuse me please" was my reply.
He said, "Please excuse me too; I wasn't watching for you."
We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said goodbye.
But at home a different story is told, How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
Later that day, cooking the evening meal, My son stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked him down. "Move out of the way," I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
While I lay awake in bed, God's still small voice came to me and said,
"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use, but the family you love, you seem to abuse. Go and look on the kitchen floor, You'll find some flowers there by the door. Those are the flowers he brought for you. He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue. He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise, you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."
By this time, I felt very small, And now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed; "Wake up, little one, wake up,"
I said. "Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree. I picked 'em because they're pretty like you. I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today; I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway."
I said, "Son, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."
I received this thought provoking short story through a forward email and found it worth sharing so here i posted it for all my readers. Today I see most of us are busy in our life in achieving our goals, our education, our jobs and all.. ignoring our families.. but we never think that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family, an unwise investment indeed, don't you think? So what is behind the story???
Just give it a thought today...
Best Regards,


Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

This left me in tears. It is so true that we tend be more polite to a stranger than to our own blood. Oh wonderful of you to write this. So many should read it. If you don't mmind I would like to print it out and give it to a few people. Please let know if this is alright with you. This was beautiful.

Soft love,

Sam!! said...

Hi There,

I am glad dear u liked it and sorry for bringing u tears.. but i do hope this will help u n us all out in our daily life with our love ones..

Yeah surely u can share it with others around u.. infect u shud as much as u can.. i think its worth sharing n imp to b told to ppl who really need it...

Thanks a lot dear for dropping by.. hope to see u around :))

Best wishes,

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

Smiles amd thank you. Definitely you will see me again.

Soft love,

Devika said...

Oh Samrina, nice, touching story,

we often forget "charity begins at home" -- may be we take it as the freedom we can afford...BUT NEVER WITH CHILDREN! they are to be treated like God :)

Thanks for sharing, dear


Eric Valentine said...

Thank you my friend for sharing that thought provoking story. It certainly is true of all of us. ;)

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

much truth- beautiful...

Sam!! said...

Hi n thanks everyone for coming by my page n leaving here your precious words regarding my post.. thanks a lot:))

God bless you all..


Prafulla Mahure said...

The above poem is prescribed in the syllabus of Maharashtra State Board Std 12. It really touches the heart.