A Dime of Love
Bobby was getting cold sitting out in his back yard in the snow. Bobby didn't wear
boots; he didn't like them and anyway he didn't own any. The thin sneakers he wore had a
few holes in them and they did a poor job of keeping out the cold.
Bobby had been in his backyard for about an hour already. And, try as he might, he could
not come up with an idea for his mother's Christmas gift. He shook his head as he thought,
"This is useless, even if I do come up with an idea, I don't have any money to
spend."
Ever since his father had passed away three years ago, the family of five had struggled.
It wasn't because his mother didn't care, or try, there just never seemed to be enough.
She worked nights at the hospital, but the small wage that she was earning could only be
stretched so far.
What the family lacked in money and material things, they more than make up for in love
and family unity. Bobby had two older and one younger sister, who ran the household
in their mother's absence.
All three of his sisters had already made beautiful gifts for their mother. Somehow
it just wasn't fair. Here it was Christmas Eve already, and he had nothing. Wiping
a
tear from his eye,Bobby kicked the snow and started to walk down to the street where the
shops and stores were. It wasn't easy being six without a father, specially
when he needed a man to talk to.
Bobby walked from shop to shop, looking into each decorated window. Everything seemed so
beautiful and so out of reach. It was starting to get dark and Bobby
reluctantly turned to walk home when suddenly his eyes caught the immer of the setting
sun's rays reflecting off of something along the curb. He reached down and discovered a
shiny dime.
Never before has anyone felt so wealthy as Bobby felt at that moment. As he held his new
found treasure, a warmth spread throughout his entire body and he walked into the first
store he saw.
His excitement quickly turned old when salesperson after sales person told him that he
could not buy anything with only a dime. He saw a flower shop and went inside to wait in
line. When the shop owner asked if he could help him, Bobby presented the dime and asked
if he could buy one flower for his mother's Christmas gift. The shop owner look at Bobby
and his ten cent offering. Then he put his hand on Bobby's shoulder and said to him,
"You just wait here and I'll see what I can do for you.
As Bobby waited, he looked at the beautiful flowers and even though he was a boy,he could
see why mothers and girls liked flowers.
The sound of the door closing as the last customer left, jolted Bobby back to reality. All
alone in the shop, Bobby began to feel alone and afraid. Suddenly, the shop owner came out
and moved to the counter. There, before Bobby's eyes, lay twelve long stem, red roses,
with leaves of green and tiny white flowers all tied together
with a big silver bow.
Bobby's heart sank as the owner picked them up and placed them gently into a long white
box.
"That will be ten cents young man." the shop owner said reaching out his hand
for the dime. Slowly, Bobby moved his hand to give the man his dime. Could this be true?
No one else would give him a thing for his dime !
Sensing the boy's reluctance, the shop owner added, "I just happened to have some
roses on sale for ten cents a dozen. Would you like them ?"
This time Bobby did not hesitate, and when the man placed the long box into his hands, he
knew it was true. Walking out the door that the owner was holding for Bobby, he heard the
shop keeper say, "Merry Christmas son."
As he returned inside, the shop keepers wife walked out. "Who were you talking to
back there and where are the roses you were fixing?" Staring out the window,
and blinking the tears from his own eyes, he replied, "A strange thing happened to me
this morning. While I was up setting things up to open the shop, I thought I
heard a voice telling me to set aside a dozen of my best roses for a special gift. I
wasn't sure sure at the time whether I had lost my mind or what, but I set them
aside anyway. Then just a few minutes ago, a little boy came into the shop and wanted to
buy a flower for his mother with one small dime. When I looked at him,
I saw myself, many years ago. I too was a poor boy with nothing to buy my mother a
Christmas gift. A bearded man, whom I never knew, stopped me on the street
and told me that he wanted to give me ten dollars. "When I saw that little boy
tonight, I knew who that voice was,and I put together a dozen of my very best roses."
The shop owner and his wife hugged each other tightly, and as they stepped out into the
bitter cold air, they somehow didn't feel cold at all.
----Unknown Author----
forwarded by Tran Bao-Chau