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An Age Old Custom

An Age Old Custom

In America it is an age old custom to bring flowers to the grave of our love ones. One Sunday afternoon a man brought flowers to his mother’s grave. The man looked at the beatiful flowers and patted himself on the back for being such a dutiful loving son. He came every Sunday to make sure the cemetary was doing its proper job with its manicuring of the lawn and other upkeep.
On the same Sunday afternoon, a Japanese gentleman brought a bowl of rice to his mother’s grave site. The American looked at the Japanese with disdain. With laughter in his voice; he asked, when is your mother going to get up and eat that rice. Without a moment of hesitation the Japanese answered him. My mother will get up and eat this rice when your mother get up and smell those flowers.
There are different strokes for different folk. We may have different customs yet we all belong to one race, the human race. Even within the same race, we are different. However as humans we are more alike than we are different. Some of us are smart while some of us are dumb. Some of us are tall while some of us are short. Some of us are fat while some of us are skinny. Some of us are rich while some of us are poor. Yet again I say, there is one race, the human race.
As a group of people, we may have customs unique to our environs yet in the end all of us are the same. Our skin color may differ but when God made the mold for mankind, he only made one.