WIND
BENEATH MY WINGS - MIDI
" LOVE YOU MAM"
John had been on the road visiting clients
for more than three weeks. He couldn't wait to get back to Ohio to see
his wife and children. It was coming up on Mother's Day, and he usually
tried to make it "back home", but this year he was just too tired. He was
in a small town just outside of Little Rock when he drove by a flower shop.
He said to himself, "I know what I will do, I'll send Mom some roses."
He went into the small shop and saw a
young man talking to the clerk. "How many roses can I get for Six dollars,
ma'am?" the boy asked. The clerk was trying to explain that roses were
expensive. Maybe the young man would be happy with carnations.
"No. I have to have roses," he said.
"My Mom was sick so much last year and I didn't get to spend much time
with her. I want to get something special. It has to be red roses, 'cause
that's her favorite." He was emphatic.
The clerk looked up at John and was just
shaking her head. Something inside of John was touched by the boy's voice.
He wanted to get those roses so bad. John had been blessed in his business,
and he looked at the clerk and silently mouthed that he would pay for the
boy's roses.
The clerk looked at the young man and
said, "Okay, I will give you a dozen red roses for your six dollars." The
young man almost jumped into the air. He took the flowers and ran from
the store. It was worth the extra thirty-five dollars just to see that
kind of excitement.
John ordered his own flowers and had
the clerk to be sure that delivery would include a note telling his mother
how much he loved her. As he drove away from the shop, he was feeling very
good. He caught a light about two blocks from the shop. As he waited at
the light, he saw the young boy walking down the sidewalk. He watched him
cross the street and enter a park through two huge gates. Suddenly, he
realized it wasn't a park. It was a cemetery. He could see the young man
turn there by gate and walk along the fence.
The light changed, and John slowly crossed
the intersection. He pulled over and on an impulse got out and began to
follow the boy down the fence line. John was on the sidewalk, thirty or
forty steps behind the boy, who walked inside the cemetery fence. The young
man stopped by a small monument and went to his knees. He carefully laid
the roses on the grave and began to sob. John felt like an intruder but
he couldn't leave. He stared at the little boy's heaving body and listened
to his muted crying.
As he cried, he heard the young man speak,
"Mommy, oh Mommy, why didn't I tell you how much I love you. Why didn't
I tell you one more time? Jesus, please, find my Mommy. Tell my Mommy I
love her."
John turned, tears in his eyes, and walked
back to his car. He drove quickly to the florist and told her he would
take the flowers personally. He wanted to be sure and tell his Mother one
more time just how much he loved her.
Too many times,
I have had men and women ask me that question. Why didn't I tell her..
why didn't I tell him.. just how much they meant to me? There aren't enough
flowers to make the pain go away. We can't wait. We need to tell those
that we love how important they are to us now. We can't afford to wait.
Mother's Day is
coming up. Don't just send a card or flowers. If you can, go to them. If
you can't go, then call them on the telephone; put into words what you
feel. If you are blessed enough to still have your Mother, please, tell
her how much you love her!
 
 
 
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