A Dozen Roses

She walked into the Ballroom just as I had  gotten off a difficult phone call, and was waiting for my next client to arrive.

I had never seen her before. Petite, pretty and fairy-like, she was holding a bouquet of twelve deep red, velvety roses as she made her way towards my desk.

I got up, met her half way, and  she told me that she wanted me to have these flowers.

"But, you don't know me... " I said.

"No, but I want you to have them" was her answer. And then she added: "You can give them away, if you want. One at a time, or all together, or you can keep them."

I told her that I would really love to give them to my next client, the one who was on her way here, if that was okay with her. I knew that she could very much use  a dozen red roses, right about then.

She gave me a smile, her blessing, and a hug.

After she left, I put the roses in water, and with my nose buried deeply into the bouquet, I let the Essence of the gift swim through my heart. I took it in all the way.

Five minutes later, when I handed them to a beautiful, tender woman, I knew that the gift had been multiplied several times.

I believe that these roses are not done giving. Take a look at the photo and help yourself.

I am pretty sure they were meant for you, too.

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