I recently came across this account written by a flower delivery person and thought it was so special, so I wanted to share it with you all.
I was a flower delivery girl for a year when I was training to become a florist, there are so many lovely memories of that time that I will never forget.
“I think the world would be a better place if everyone worked delivering flowers for two weeks twice a year. It makes it easier to remember that people might be going through hard stuff.
Today I delivered several funeral pieces. One was for a service for an older gentleman. When I got to the mortuary a service was ending for a 30 year old man. Later I delivered flowers to someone in the business office of a hospital. As I was leaving, a young couple was loading up their newborns. Twins. A boy and a girl. Such tiny creatures. Life truly does go on. Good luck, little ones. May you be kind and happy. And may your father soon look a little less petrified.
See, if you saw this stuff that I see several times a week, you might remember that you know nothing about the stranger who pissed you off so much by doing something that, in the big picture, isn’t really a big deal. People don’t wear signs that say, “my son just died” or “I had my dog put to sleep today” or “it’s the anniversary of my daughter’s death” or “I miscarried”.
Plus, you get to see people smile that smile that only comes when they are surprised with a bouquet of flowers. Little kids, young girls, grandmothers, grandfathers, wives, college students, and people who are having a hard day at work until they see that someone sent them flowers. And the smile is the same whether it’s from someone in a mansion or a house that looks like it’s about to fall down. It will make you smile. And you’ll be reminded that we all aren’t so very different from one another.”