Roses for a Dime


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Bobby was getting cold sitting out in his back yard in the snow.
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 made
up for in love and family unity.
Bobby had two older and one younger
who ran the household in their mother's absence.

All three of his sisters had already made beautiful gifts for
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,
especially 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 glimmer 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 cold when
salesperson after salesperson 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 looked 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
setting up things 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
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.


Author Unknown



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