From: Ernie.Salalac@fluordaniel.com
 
 I want to share with you this beautiful story.  Times are difficult but I
 think we are all so lucky and blessed with what we still have today.  In
 your heart, think of our less fortunate brothers and sisters and let us
 share  in our own way  to lift their hearts and spirits this Christmas.
 Don't you always feel better giving and seeing the smiles on their faces
 than buying something for yourself?  I do....and I want to brighten up
 their day!

 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 made
 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, 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.

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