Tell Mom You Love Her

John had been on the road visiting customers in more than three weeks. He could not wait to return to Ohio to see his wife and children. He rode on Mother's Day, and he often tried to make it "home", but this year it was just too tired. He was in a small town just outside Little Rock, when he passed a flower shop. He said: "I know what I'll do, I'll send some roses mom."



He entered the shop and saw a young man talking to the secretary. "How many roses arrive for six dollars, ma'am?" Asked the child. The employee tried to explain that roses were expensive. Perhaps the young man would have settled for carnations1.



"No. I have to be roses," he said. "My mother was so sick last year and have not had much time to spend with him. I want to get something special. These red roses, because it is his favorite." It was emphatic2.



The clerk looked at John, and was just shaking his head. John has touched something inside the boy's voice. He wanted so bad to get those roses. John was blessed with his work, and the clerk, and looked silently into his mouth, he paid the boy's roses.



The clerk looked at the young man and said, "Ok, I'll give you a dozen red roses for your six dollars." The young man almost jumped in the air. He took the flowers and ran into the store. It was worth the additional $ 35 just to see the kind of excitement.



John ordered his own flowers and had the clerk to ensure that the delivery should include a note to tell his mother how much he loved her. As he drove away from the shop, it was very good feeling. He caught a light about two blocks3 of the shop. While waiting for the light, he saw the boy walking on the sidewalk. He looked across the street in a park by two large doors. Suddenly he realized that it was not a park. It was a cemetery4. He could see the young man to stay there through the door and walk along the fence.



The light changed, and John slowly crossed the intersection5. He pulled down seven over6 and momentum and began to follow the boy along the fence line. John was on the sidewalk, thirty, or 41 paces behind the boy who walked into the cemetery wall. The young man stopped by a small monument, and fell to his knees. He rose lying on the grave and began to sob. John seemed intruder8 but could not leave. He stared at the body of the boy heaving9 muted10 and heard his cry.



When he cried, he heard the young man speaks, "Mother, Mother, because I will not tell you how much I love 'Why did not I tell you again? Jesus, thank you, to see my mother. Tell my mother I good. "



John turned, tears in his eyes and returned to his car. It quickly leads to florist11 and said he would take the flowers personally. He wanted to be sure and tell her mother once again how much he loved her.

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