Posted by: myautisticmuslimchild | September 15, 2010

The Blue Rose

As I mentioned in previous posts I belong to this fantastic parent group. We exchange ideas, ask questions and usually we get very useful answers. The other day Steve sent this story for us, and I couldn’t wait to share this with you. I hope you will enjoy this as much as I did. Sometimes a kind word, or letter, or even a smile can make someones day. Smile is a charity so give it freely.


Having four visiting family members, my wife was very busy, so I offered
to go to the store for her to get some needed items, which included
light bulbs, paper towels, trash bags, detergent, and milk

So off I went.

I scurried around the store, gathered up my goodies, and headed for the
checkout counter, only to be blocked in the narrow aisle by a young man
who appeared to be about sixteen-years-old. I wasn’t in a hurry, so I
patiently waited for the boy to realize that I was there. This was when
he waved his hands excitedly in the air and declared in a loud voice,
“Mommy, I’m over here.”

It was obvious now, he was mentally challenged, and also startled as he
turned and saw me standing so close to him, waiting to squeeze by. His
eyes widened and surprise exploded on his face as I said, “Hey Buddy,
what’s your name?”

“My name is Denny and I’m shopping with my Mommy,” he responded
proudly. “Wow,” I said, “that’s a cool name; I wish my name was Denny,
but my name is Steve.”

“Steve, like Stevarino?” he asked.

“Yes,” I answered. “How old are you Denny?”

“How old am I now, Mommy?” he asked his mother as she slowly came over
from the next aisle.. “You’re fifteen-years-old Denny; now be a good
boy and let the man pass by.”

I acknowledged her and continued to talk to Denny for several more
minutes about summer, bicycles, and school. I watched his brown eyes
dance with excitement because he was the center of someone’s attention.
He then abruptly turned and headed toward the toy section.

Denny’s mom had a puzzled look on her face and thanked me for taking the
time to talk with her son. She told me that most people wouldn’t even
look at him, much less talk to him. I told her that it was my pleasure
and then I said something I have no idea where it came from.

I told her that there are plenty of red, yellow, and pink roses in God’s
Garden; however, “Blue Roses
” are very rare and should be appreciated
for their beauty and distinctiveness. You see, Denny is a Blue Rose
if someone doesn’t stop and smell that rose with their heart and touch
that rose with their kindness, then they’ve missed a blessing from God.

She was silent for a second, then with a tear in her eye she asked, “Who
are you?”

Without thinking I said, “Oh, I’m probably just a dandelion but I sure
love living in God’s garden.”

She reached out, squeezed my hand, and said, “God bless you!” and then I
had tears in my eyes.

May I suggest that the next time you see a BLUE ROSE, don’t turn your
head and walk off. Take the time to smile and say Hello. Why? Because,
by the grace of GOD, this mother or father could be you. This could be
your child, grandchild, niece, or nephew.

What a difference a moment can mean to that person or their family.

From an old dandelion!

People will forget what you said, People will forget what you did, but
people will never forget how you made them feel.”


  1. I hope this doesn’t sound insensitive or offensive and if my understanding is inaccurate then by all means correct me, but isn’t there a very real possibility that a blue rose with Autism would turn and punch a stranger standing so close to him and saying hello?


    • I see you are very logical Neelu. I was hoping that you will read,and respond to this post. I wondered what will be your reaction.
      I agree, some Blue Roses will punch you on the face or push you, but there are some who welcome your closeness as well.
      My son is one of them, he is OK with people to be close to him, but there are moments when I do advise others to step back and give him his personal space.
      I think it is ok to say, most of us, typical and autistic like to have our own personal space, and it is not really advisable to invade that, especially these days.

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