THE GUNS & THE ROSES

A cop once worked with his partner in busting criminals. They worked together for many long years and apprehended many known criminal types. Mostly drug dealing, fraud and murder. His work was serious and he always carried his trusty firearm by his side. He seldom had a call to use it as the culprits usually gave themselves up without much of a fight for fear of the long arm of the Law. But one day it was different. Himself and his trusty partner came into a bit of jam with hardened criminals on a dusty street corner. They were known gang members and drug dealers in the area. The criminals shot back at them with heavy caliber firearms and they then called for back-up. A large contingent of police came and soon broke up the fire fight, arresting all of the vicious gang of drug dealers and criminals. However, his old partner and himself had both been shot in the thick of the fight. He was heavily wounded and his old friend died on the way to hospital in the ambulance. It was a sad day for the force and when he recovered he found that he would always suffer from the severe shock of the shoot out that had happened on that fateful day. He did a desk job now and didn’t like it very much so he decided to retire and see if could find something else to do. He missed his old friend dearly and now walked with a bit of a limp from where he had been shot. He looked long and hard for gainful employment but could find nothing that suited him. He was done with guns and the danger of chasing criminals. His wife ran a small florist and somehow convinced him to come and work with her. The relaxing work and pleasant blooms and customers would do him a world of good she had said. So he worked in the little flower shop all of his days and learned all about flower arrangement and all the different types of roses and blooms of the trade and how to work with them. He grew to love the job and would always find himself smiling and pleased with himself at another successful batch of flowers for a funeral or a wedding. The customers grew to know and love him, and after a while he became an old hand in the business, always helping his little wife in her pretty little florists business, and keeping a watchful eye on things. He was more happy than ever in his new occupation. He had gone from guns to roses in a few short years due to a simple twist of fate. Life had never been better. The future was blooming and a bright tomorrow beckoned him each day. Everything it seemed, had happened with a reason. Easy does it. One day at a time.