Blossoms on my Table
It is spring time, the neighborhood comes out to enjoy those beautiful rare days in Chicago where the weather is just perfect.
A few weeks ago when I came home from the doctor one of the neighborhood boys was outside. I stopped the car to chat with him. This boy now so big and now in High School.
This same boy who was only a young lad two seasons ago was the only person from my neighborhood who actually stopped me to let me know he was sorry about my son. That moment in time I shall never forget.
I woke up this morning and to my surprise as I looked out our sliding glass window I saw an arrangement of floral petals placed on some green leaves upon my small glass top table on the patio.
You see when I stopped to chat with this boy a few weeks ago and I thanked him for stopping that day to say he was sorry about Jonathan.
- We spoke of motherly love.
- We spoke of his first semester in High School
- We spoke of his trials and tribulations at school.
- We spoke about so much more…
- We spoke of Jonathan and laughed
- We spoke of motherly love.
During our little chat I had just mentioned the fact that Jonathan’s Grandfather had told him no matter what you do each day give your mother something, whether that be a blade of grass, a weed, a daisy, a rock, a stick, a flower, that dead ugly bug or better yet a hug everyday.
Today I woke up to beautiful petals on my table and new that through Jonathan on my new journey:
I made a difference in someone’s life.
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