The Daisy Grows with the Weed
The silhouette of the house at the end of the block stood stark
against the peach-cream sky. The sun was just about to set. An old
man's sun-tanned hands reached down to pull out of the soil another
group of weeds. Little fresh smooth new fingers reached not far
beyond to pluck a smaller bunch.
"Grampa, why does God let weeds grow? Why did he make them
The little boy gathered his refuse and placed it in the trash
container. The old man eyed his Grandson, stood up straight and
arched his back, suddenly aware of an ache.
"Well, I used to wonder about that too. I guess it's so we'll
appreciate the flowers, so we won't take things for granted.
The boy arched his own back, working out an imaginary ache of
"God knows everything, doesn't He?"
"Yes, he does. He knows everything that can be known, I guess."
"He knows the future?" Sam sat cross-legged on the grass.
"Yes, son He does." Grampa squatted down to look into little eyes.
"He knows all about our lives, even before He opened the
"Then before He made each person He knew whether or not the
person would go to heaven or hell?" Sam pensively blew on the
petals of a daisy.
His Grampa watched the sight. "I guess He does."
"Then why does He make the ones that won't accept Jesus and
go to heaven? If He's a good God why does He want to see some
people burn in hell?" Sam carefully removed a weed close to a
"I don't know, son." The setting sun blinked its last ray and sank
below the earth's rim. "Lets go to see if Grandma has got a little
dinner on the table for us? Pullin' weeds can take a lot of energy,
"Sure can." Sam dusted the dark granules off his shorts.
Grampa watched as the little boy made his way around the porch
and up the gray chipped concrete stairs leading to the back door.
"Kids can really think up some humdingers."
"Slow down Sam, it's still gonna be there in a few minutes."
Gramma placed a fresh napkin next to her grandson's plate. "Apple
pie is good Gram."
"Thank you Sam."
"Gramma, some of the kids are going to the fair later. Can I go? I
have my own money."
"Oh Sammy I don't know. That's a big event for us." She picked
up the fresh napkin to catch a slipping piece of pie off little lips. "I
mean can I go with Ralph. I'm nine now and Ralph's Mom is letting
him go, he's the same age."
"Well, you know what I think about that. Is she going too?"
"She's working at one of the booths. Ralph's big brother is going."
His big brown eyes touched his Gramma's big heart.
"I've never met his big brother.
Well, if she's going to watch out for you, then It's okay. I'll call
her." She looked at Grampa who nodded his response. "Don't get
into trouble. I guess it's a safe enough fair, if big brother is going. You
be careful on those big rides."
Brightly-colored horses bobbed to "Pop Goes the Weasel" as
little faces shone full of joyful traces. The hooters calling for
customers to take their chances at the games filled the air. "How
'bout you Mister? Win a prize for the lady?"
Screams and giggles rode high atop the waves of sound. Bright
balloons filled with helium floated on the wrist of each child as he
roamed aimlessly through the crowd. They rose high peeking at all
below. Hungry faces devoured cheeseburgers and ice cream.
Homemade pies and tasty treats made with love filled nostrils.
Sam and Ralph, his friend when he visited his Gramparents, sat
with Ralph's older brother and his friends. "After this." Sam says
between his hot-dog on a stick bites. "I'm getting a cotton candy."
"Yeah," Ralph added. "Give me my money now Eddie." Ralph
stuck out his sticky fingers.
Big brother Eddie stood up and reached into his pocket. "You kids
stay close. We're gonna go on that coaster soon and I want you with
us. So you guys got any guts or what?" Eddie aimed his words in the
direction of his companions.
Alvin looked up at the silver glistening bullet, holding its gleeful
passengers as it glided effortlessly across the undulating structure of
the "Monster Cyclone." "I got guts, Eddie, I'm just not stupid." Tim
looked down and kicked a candy wrapper. "I don't think standin' up
on a roller coaster shows guts. I think it shows an absence of brains."
"You and your brains." Eddie stood up. I bet even these little
peewees wouldn't be afraid to stand up on the "Monster." Eddie
wrapped his arm around his little brother.
"I don't think Mom wants us to do anything that might hurt us,
Eddie." Ralph looks over at his Mom in a hot-dog booth. She waves.
"I don't think Mom wants us to do anything that might hurt us Eddie."
His older brother animates his face in mock display. "Okay all you
cowards can just watch while I have some real fun." Sam and Ralph
jump up and run as Ralph's Mom offers big pink clouds of cotton
"Maybe you should listen to your little brother." Alvin reaches
into his pocket to count his change.
"Or maybe Eddie is right. It might be fun to see the look of shock
on Mrs. Matthew's face as we wave to her from up there." Tim
snakes his arm through the sleeve of his jacket. "I guess I'm game.
Maybe we can make it our last ride. Kinda like the icing on the
cake." Eddie reached down to snatch a large section of his little
brother's candy puff. "You ain't puttin' it off are ya?" Tim looked
disgusted. "If I didn't want to do it I'd tell you." " Okay then we'll
make it the last ride. A ride on the wild side." Eddie retorted.
"A ride we'll never forget." Tim almost states this as a question.
Now dusk, the sky is gray with a half-sun, half-moon glow. The
boys stare at the "Monster Cyclone" as it looms present before
them, dwarfing their image. Beckoning, its whispers can be heard in
the wind, through the swishing wheels against metal. "Come take
your chance on the thrill of your life." It seems to say. "Look at the
happy faces when they spin with me. Wild ride, fast ride."
The carnival worker snaps the security bar down on the two little
ones first. The car only seats two in a row so a just-arriving girl is
placed in the middle seat next to Alvin. Tim and Eddie are last to take
their seats in the front of the car.
As the car descends its first hill, Eddie stands up waving his arms,
"Eeeeeeh," he yells to the crowd below, looking at startled faces.
"Stand up," he calls to Tim who is only holding on. "You're not
supposed to stand up you know." The girl is glaring at the two. "That
is so stupid!" The car now chugs its way up another, even higher
"Just obey the rules you guys, isn't it easier?" Alvin agrees with
his new found ally.
"Come on, Tim, I just did it and it was fun!" Eddie tugs on his
friends jacket. The coaster releases its no longer chugging car,
hurling it downward once again. The captive groups scream. Eddie
Tim wobbles to his feet and raises his arms with great effort.
When he lets go of the bar holding them in, it flies up and the two
boys fall out. "I guess it was a faulty bar." Grampa looks out the
window of his kitchen and holds the phone a little tighter to his ear. "I
don't know. Yes, a real tragedy. Yes, I'm sure. No Sandy, Sam is
fine. Don't worry. All right, see you then." Grampa reached down to
brush the hair out of his Grandson's face. "Lets go do some
"I'm glad you didn't do the same foolish thing those older boys did.
I'm proud of you son." Grampa pulled on his garden gloves. "I knew
it wasn't a very smart thing to do." Sam grabbed the trash bin and
moved it closer. "But I've been thinkin' about it and it makes me
understand some things about God and life a little better." Grampa
raises his brow. "Sounds serious."
"It is." Sam looked up at his Grampa. "Remember when I asked
you why God makes the people that he knows won't get saved? And
will get burned in hell?" "Yes, I remember."
"Well, I think he makes them anyway, knowing what they'll do so
others can learn."
"I don't think God makes bad people on purpose. It just happens
that way. Man's will is free, he can choose what he likes. God gives
him life and hopes he'll choose what's right. It's kind of like throwing
a hand full of sand out on the ground. No matter how many times you
throw it out, it's never going to land the same." Grampa throws a
pretend handful. " That's what happens when God makes people,
they're all different."
"God didn't give us a weakness to do bad?" His grandson
questioned. "No, if anything He tries to get us to do good.
"I think if He only made the good ones because He knows the
future," Sam begins, "then maybe they wouldn't be good anymore.
Maybe it takes one to make the other?"
"Maybe that's what happened in heaven." Grampa points to the sky.
"With Satan? I wondered why God would make him, if he knew
what he would do. I think I understand now. If he wasn't the Devil,
maybe someone else would have been? You know, sometime,
somewhere, somebody would have stood up in the roller coaster...."
Grampa squints his eyes. "And if nothing happened to them,
somebody else would stand up and pretty soon maybe everybody."
Sammy squints back. "When we see the bad we know the good is
"Maybe some go down there, so some don't have too?" Grampa
points to the ground. Kind of like the weeds we pull up? We wouldn't
know how nice the daisy." He plucks a flower. "If we didn't have the
weeds." He plucks a weed.
"Yeah, how would we know." Sam grins.
"Pick one." Grampa held out the two plants. The common daisy
never looked so pretty.
"That's easy, the daisy is better, now that it's held up next to the
weed." Sammy grabbed the pretty white and butter-yellow bloom.
"Hey you two." Gramma is at the back door. "We're going to be
"Lets go!" Sam races to the sound. "Gramma, I picked you a
"Hey I picked that! Kids can sure come up with some
humdingers, some real humdingers." Grampa scratched his head
and arched his back.
Are you a Daisy or a Weed?
[ Contributed by Marjeana Martin (BlueAngelBabie@aol.com) -- from 'Daily Wisdom' ]
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