February 17, 2016
A Dozen Red Roses

Dr. Laura:

When I was about 8 years old I was waiting at a bus stop in the small town where I lived, along with some young and older kids. There was an old man who lived in town, and as he slowly passed us by on his bike, the older kids (and then the younger kids) started yelling at him and making fun of him. I got mad and loudly told them to stop it!  I didn't care what they thought of me.  They finally stopped, and no one said anything to me when we got on the bus. 

The next day, I got home and my mom told me I had a dozen red roses sent to me.  Then she told me that the old man who lived down the street sent them.  She was worried and told me I better not be talking to him. Then I told her what happened at the bus stop.  The man had simply written "thank you" on the card he sent with the roses.  Right then and there I knew I would do the same thing again if I had to because it was the right thing to do!
 
Jill



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