A Dandelion Story

A Dandelion Story

A simple parable of purpose and self-worth.

To those who need a reminder of their self-worth and value. We are all in this together and we are all wonderful. Let's put it into perspective:

Once upon a time, there was a dandelion flower nestled in a yard. It was a neglected yard, and many dandelions grew in it.

While many dandelion flowers in this yard were either pulled out or trampled on, this particular dandelion grew and flourished. It enjoyed its time in the yard. It was a comfortable place with enough sunlight and water, and it was kept nicely hidden behind blades of tall, green grass.

However, after some time, the dandelion’s petals were no longer the lively yellow color it had once been. The dandelion’s seeds had matured, and as a result, the vibrant little flower had morphed into a sphere of soft white.

This is when the seeds began talking to each other.

One seed told the other, “I cannot wait to fly out of here, I’ve been here long enough. I’m tired of the same old yard.”

Many other seeds agreed.

The dandelion head spoke out saying, “What’s the point in dreaming? You are all just weeds! No matter where you are carried off to, you will never be like all the other flowers. We aren’t worth anything, and no one likes us. We get pulled out, stepped on, or thrown away. I’m lucky I get to stay right here where I am, because it’s better than the kind of future you all can expect out there."

There was one particular seed who was very quiet. This seed was not confident like all the rest, and when it had heard what the dandelion head had spoken, it bowed it fell into greater despair. It wanted to believe that maybe, the wind would carry it off somewhere new, somewhere exciting. But at the same time, it couldn’t help but agree with the fact that it really was just a weed, a weed with no real purpose or future. The seed grew sad, and while all the other seeds chattered away, it grew increasingly anxious and worried.

The seed did have one friend though. When it grew windy, it told its fellow seed friend about how afraid it was to leave everything behind. They promised to cling to each other, so that when the winds would come, they would never be separated.

And then the strong gust of wind they had all been waiting for finally came.

The seeds flew, up, up, and away.

The wind was particularly strong, blowing each seed in a different direction. The seed friends, being light and weak as a feather, were unable to hold onto each other, and the wind carried off the seed down a lonely, old sidewalk, while its friend was carried across the street into another yard.

The seed finally landed in a small streak of dirt that lay between the dark crevices of cracked, uneven cement. Here, it began to grow, but it felt sad and all alone. It constantly wished the wind had taken it some place else. It wondered why it deserved to be dropped in a place like this.

Pretty soon, the little seed became another dandelion, and when it was tall enough, it was able to see its friend in the yard across the street. Its friend had grown to be a dandelion too, but it looked like it was thriving in the corner of the beautiful, green yard. Butterflies and bees fluttered in and out of its presence, and it looked happy.

The dandelion looked around where it was at. Just dark and grey cement. No one ever stopped to look at the dandelion and appreciate it, and no butterflies or bees ever came by to rest in its petals. Only a few ants occasionally stopped under its leaves’ shade.

The more the dandelion envied its friend and hated its existence, the more it wilted. Its pretty yellow petals quickly fell flat, and the dandelion soon aged and became a sphere of soft white. As the seeds began chattering away about the new lives it would begin to live, the dandelion was tempted to repeat the same speech it’s former dandelion head had told them. But it couldn’t bring itself to do it. “Ignorance is bliss,” it thought, “reality will hit them all sooner or later.

However, one day, something interesting happened.

A mother was walking down the old, cracked sidewalk carrying her baby. The baby was crying terribly because it was very upset, and no matter what the mother did, she could not console her child.

The mother happened to glance down at the sidewalk, and she caught a glimpse of the dandelion.

The dandelion glanced up and was taken by surprise - no one had ever stopped to look at it before.

The mother gently picked up the dandelion, and smiling, she brought it up so that her son could see it.

Her son immediately stopped crying, and he paused to look at it inquisitively. His mom, laughing now, held the dandelion to her lips and gently blew, sending the dandelion seeds into the gentle breeze.

She handed the dandelion over to her son, who had never seen anything like it. He twirled the stem in his fingers and then copied his mother, scattering the dandelion seeds into the summer sky.

The dandelion had made him so happy that even as he got older, the sight of any dandelion would bring back sweet, childhood memories.

So you see, even though the dandelion felt like it had no purpose and felt worthless as a weed, it ultimately lived a beautiful existence just by being itself. Even though it did not grow up in ideal circumstances nor did it have the beauty and magnificence of other flowers, it brought the child a simple and innocent kind of joy that money cannot buy.

If you feel like a small dandelion in a big world full of flowers more incredible and valuable than you, I would like to encourage you by saying your mere existence adds beauty to this world, and without you, others would miss out on the opportunity of seeing the beauty that you add to this life.

You don’t have to try to be someone or something you weren’t created to be. Embrace all of who you are and don’t wait until it is too late. Your existence has a beautiful purpose far greater than what you can imagine.

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To The Friends I Won't Talk To After High School

I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.


So, for the last four years I’ve seen you almost everyday. I’ve learned about your annoying little brother, your dogs and your crazy weekend stories. I’ve seen you rock the awful freshman year fashion, date, attend homecoming, study for AP tests, and get accepted into college.

Thank you for asking me about my day, filling me in on your boy drama and giving me the World History homework. Thank you for complimenting my outfits, laughing at me presenting in class and listening to me complain about my parents. Thank you for sending me your Quizlets and being excited for my accomplishments- every single one of them. I appreciate it all because I know that soon I won’t really see you again. And that makes me sad. I’ll no longer see your face every Monday morning, wave hello to you in the hallways or eat lunch with you ever again. We won't live in the same city and sooner or later you might even forget my name.

We didn’t hang out after school but none the less you impacted me in a huge way. You supported my passions, stood up for me and made me laugh. You gave me advice on life the way you saw it and you didn’t have to but you did. I think maybe in just the smallest way, you influenced me. You made me believe that there’s lots of good people in this world that are nice just because they can be. You were real with me and that's all I can really ask for. We were never in the same friend group or got together on the weekends but you were still a good friend to me. You saw me grow up before your eyes and watched me walk into class late with Starbucks every day. I think people like you don’t get enough credit because I might not talk to you after high school but you are still so important to me. So thanks.

With that said, I truly hope that our paths cross one day in the future. You can tell me about how your brothers doing or how you regret the college you picked. Or maybe one day I’ll see you in the grocery store with a ring on your finger and I’ll be so happy you finally got what you deserved so many guys ago.

And if we ever do cross paths, I sincerely hope you became everything you wanted to be. I hope you traveled to Italy, got your dream job and found the love of your life. I hope you have beautiful children and a fluffy dog named Charlie. I hope you found success in love before wealth and I hope you depended on yourself for happiness before anything else. I hope you visited your mom in college and I hope you hugged your little sister every chance you got. She’s in high school now and you always tell her how that was the time of your life. I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.

And hey, maybe I’ll see you at the reunion and maybe just maybe you’ll remember my face. If so, I’d like to catch up, coffee?



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You Ain’t Waiting For God To Bring You Your Dinner, You Get Up And Go Cook It

My words often get jumbled and don't make sense, so I figured writing it would help me come across clearly.


Dear guy friends of mine,

I want you to know how grateful I am for your friendship. Having close guy friends has helped me better understand men and learn how the male species operates. I've been able to ask you so many questions and you've responded with thoughtfulness, kindness, grace, and honesty. I appreciate your willingness to talk to me.

I want to encourage you in something, and with some of you I have tried, but I think I came across as a little crazy. From what I've been told by married women, guys are very afraid of actual crazy. You want your girl to have some crazy (because all women have at least a little bit of crazy), but you don't want her to be, like, crazy. I get that and respect that.

I want to encourage you to ask girls out. It's scary. You're afraid of rejection. I know this because several of you have told me so. I recently spoke with a guy who's been married for a few years and has a baby daughter. He told me that you guys are scared, you don't want to put your heart on the line and have it crushed. That's a good reason not to pursue girls: you'll remain safe and free from hurt if you don't put your feelings out there.

But here's the other side of it: You'll never find that girl if you never search for her. Now, I know that all things happen in God's timing and as imperfect humans, we can't force things to happen outside of God's timeline. However, Pastor Matt Chandler of The Village Church in Dallas, Texas said this in a sermon several years ago:

"But something's happened in evangelical circles where if you're single you're supposed to not want to be married, but be content in a spot and that's somehow more glorifying than following God's wiring of you to want a mate. And so in the end what happens is that you walk around like a liar. I mean, poor young ladies! Almost all of them have been told, "As soon as you're content, God will send you a man." So you've got hundreds of thousands of women running around acting content! "I'm content, where is he?" You've got other guys going, "You know, I'm just gonna wait for God to bring me the right one." Well, you ain't waiting for God to bring you your dinner, alright? You get up and go cook it."

Pastor Chandler goes on to say that he's not telling the guys to go on the hunt and prowl. No! He's telling guys that they have a role to play in pursuing a woman to marry. Girls have a role to play, too. Girls can't just hang out with their girlfriends in hopes that they'll lock eyes with Prince Charming while in the grocery store or walking their dog in the park. No, girls need to build up the guys in their lives and respect them by letting the guys be guys and giving them opportunities to be gentlemen. That's what I appreciate about you guys, my guy friends. You are such gentlemen and I love that. Don't be afraid to ask out the girl that you think is sweet, cute, pretty, funny, kind, silly, honest, loyal, and the right amount of crazy. You've got this!

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