I enjoy these street performers and was specially touched with these young men looking like old soldiers of war, covered with clay like substance similar to wet concrete, and just stood there for hours on end. Not moving, not flinching - It was a sight to behold.
While Rich took a few shots I dropped some money for them.
People around were quiet as if in reverent awe. As I took a few steps back, I saw one of them slowly move! He looked to his left towards me and extended his hand...
He gave me a FLOWER! :)
I was so touched I was speechless! I accepted it, showed it to smiling Rich who was a few feet away. I was beaming!
I did not see this, but Rich was able to capture him slowly move in a calm, graceful way - get something from his jacket. It was a purple flower.
And he gave it to me!
I was in awe and almost forgot to say Thank You. I did and the crowd cheered.
Then he went back to being a statue. Like nothing happened. And the crowd fell silent again.
That simple gesture from him reinforced my feeling that each of us are important to our Heavenly Father. He notices us and knows our name. Out of the many who put in donations, that man chose to give me the flower.
It couldn't have happened at a better time. I needed it then. Sometimes we just need the reassurance that we matter and that we are not invisible.
♥☀☺
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