First bloom

Such a strange thing happened today. Ozzy started barking an alert that someone was on my property. Not so strange in and of itself, mind you, as Ozzy barks at a fly. But when I went to investigate, a teen boy was standing on my porch.

"May I help you?" I asked.

"Can I have that pink rose?" He stuttered as he pointed to my first bloom of the season.

Of course I immediately said no. And as he walked away, my eyes followed him down the street as I thought, what a strange thing for someone to do. Then I began to feel guilty as Hebrews 13:2 started gnawing at me: 'Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.'

Could this have been a missed opportunity? A stranger chosen of God, an elect messenger? Or was he something else? Something my Guardian Angel was protecting me from? 'For every soul, there is a guardian watching it.' (The Koran)

Or was he just a boy who wanted a Rose?

I will never know.
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