F A M I L Y
I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
“Oh excuse me please” was my reply.
I wasn’t watching for you.”
We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said goodbye.
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
My son stood beside me very still.
“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.
God’s still small voice came to me and said,
common courtesy you use,
but the family you love, you seem to abuse.
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.
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.”
And now my tears began to fall.
“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 shouldn’t have yelled at you that way.”
He said, “Oh, Mom, that’s okay.
I love you anyway.”
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.”
Are you aware 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
don’t you think?
So what is behind the story?
“Happiness does not come from doing easy work but from the afterglow of satisfaction that comes after the achievement of a difficult task that demanded our best.” ~ Theodore Isaac Rubin