Thorns for you!<br><br>Sandra felt as low as the
heels of her Birkenstocks as she pushed against a
November gust<br>and the florist shop door. Her life had
been easy, like a spring breeze. Then in the
fourth<br>month of her second pregnancy, a minor automobile
accident stole her ease. During this<br>Thanksgiving week
she would have delivered a son. She grieved over her
loss. As if that<br>weren't enough her husband's
company threatened a transfer. Then her sister,
whose<br>holiday visit she coveted, called saying she could not
come. What's worse, Sandra's friend<br>infuriated her
by suggesting her grief was a God-given path to
maturity that would allow<br>her to empathize with others
who suffer? <br><br>"Had she lost a child? -No-she
has no idea what I'm feeling," Sandra
shuddered.<br>Thanksgiving? "Thankful for what?" she wondered. <br><br>For a
careless driver whose truck was hardly scratched when he
rear-ended her? For an<br>air bag that saved her life but
took that of her child? <br><br>"Good afternoon, can I
help you?" The flower shop clerk's approach startled
her. <br>"Sorry," said Jenny, "I just didn't want you
to think I was ignoring you." <br><br>"I....I need
an arrangement for Thanksgiving?" Sandra nodded.
<br><br>"Do you want beautiful but ordinary, or would you
like to challenge the day with a<br>customer favorite
I call the "Thanksgiving Special." <br><br>Jenny
saw Sandra's curiosity and continued. "I'm convinced
that flowers tell stories, that<br>each arrangement
insinuates a particular feeling. <br>Are you looking for
something that conveys gratitude this
Thanksgiving?"<br><br>"Not exactly!" Sandra blurted. "Sorry, but in the last
five months, everything that could<br>go wrong has."
<br><br>Sandra regretted her outburst but was surprised when
Jenny said, "I have the perfect<br>arrangement for
you."<br><br>The door's small bell suddenly rang.
<br><br>"Barbara! Hi," Jenny said. <br><br>She politely excused
herself from Sandra and walked toward a small workroom.
She<br>quickly reappeared carrying a massive arrangement of
greenery, bows, and long-stemmed<br>thorny roses. Only, the
ends of the rose stems were neatly snipped, no
flowers. <br><br>"Want this in a box?" Jenny asked.