07/23/2026
To the man who stole the flower from our front door while we were still inside the restaurant...
You didn't steal a flower. You exposed the kind of person you are.
Imagine being so empty that the only way you can take beauty home is by stealing it from someone else.
My mother always told me, "Good walks in front of me, and I follow." Life has a way of returning what we put into it. If you spend your days taking from others, don't be surprised when one day you look around and realize you've built nothing worth keeping.
I don't need to wish anything bad on you. Your choices are already doing that.
Keep the flower. Maybe, for a moment, it will remind you what beauty looks like... because you certainly don't know how to create it.
Shame on you.