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Bonjour, Madame.

How may I help you?

I'm not sure. Just looking.

Is there something special you are looking for?

I don't know. Just something.

Hi Grace.

Bonjour, Sarah.

I'm here for my arrangement.

A moment.

You look and see if there is anything you like.

I'll be right back to help you.

Here is your lovely bouquet.

Ah. They're absolutely gorgeous.

They're even more beautiful than last year.

And how is your brother?

You know what, he's great.

Marvelous. And the family business?

It could be better. But we have faith.

Formidable.

Well it looks like I'm off.

We are celebrating this year's trials with a funny movie.

Very good.

Well, we laugh or we cry, right?

Right.

See you next year.

I will be here.

There were no roses.

Just dead thorns and stems.

No, no,no, they are very much alive.

Sarah comes in here once a year at this time.

They are very special to her.

Special? A bouquet of thorns?

Qui. What is your name, child?

Catherine

Je m'applle... My name is Grace.

So Catherine , what can I do to help you?

Did you see anything you like.

I don't really know what I want.

Perhaps a shoulder would help? Mine is very strong.

I think I just need to work through a few things on my own.

I thought maybe some flowers would help.

Flowers always help.

You know Sarah, that young girl that just left?

She came in here three years ago,

feeling very much like you do now.

You don't know how I feel.

Before they lost their family business, Sarah's father died.

And the younger brother couldn't handle it.

He got into trouble with les authorities, the law.

What about the thorns?

My husband, John Paul, mon amour,

when he passed I was all alone.

I missed my home.

I decided to go back to France

and bring a little bit of La France here.

La Fleur Passionelle.

That still doesn't explain the thorns?

Catherine, God comforts us in our what sorrows.

It took a while, but I learned to be grateful in thorny times.

I always thanked God when life was going well,

but when the bad times were coming,

I'd think, "pourquoi moi." why me?

Well, all I think is "Why me?"

Is my order ready, Gracie?

Two dozen long-stem thorns for the wife.

Right away.

Thorns for the wife?

You know child, I'm thankful I still have a wife.

Gracie knows the story.

Twenty five years ago, my wife and I split up.

Just couldn't make it work, you know?

But, one day, we decided to put our trust in God.

And you know something? He gave me back my bride.

I still don't get it.

A couple of years back, I came in to the Passion Flower.

La Fleur Passionelle.

Pas mal.

Anywhooo... Gracie here,

see she says she keeps a purple vase

of thorny stems to remind her of the "thorny times."

See, right back there.

And you thought it was all just dead flowers.

Excuse moi, fleurs.

Perfect.

Now, my sweet Betty and me,

we give a name to each stem for

a problem we've endured for the past 60 years or so.

And we give thanks for every dag gum one of 'em.

I think we'll call this one, "my prostate."

Au revoir, money ami. Say hello to Betty for me.

Oh, I will. I will. Oh river darlings.

I don't think I'm ready to be thankful for thorns.

If you don't know what you want, how can you be so sure?

I want something beautiful to remember the good things.

Not something that reminds me of death.

We have an old French saying...

'Au lieu de nous plaindre que les roses aient des epines,

rejouissons-nous que les epines aient des roses'.

You re gonna have to help me with that.

Simply put, instead of complaining that roses have thorns,

let us rejoice that thorns have roses.

Some thorns cut too deep.

Uh hello, excuse me. Ah, excuse me.

Uh, hi, um, pardon me, ma'am. I need something quick.

My girlfriend just broke up with me.

I don't know what to do. Calme tou. Tell me what you need?

Uh, I don't know. Flowers, I guess.

Is that what you get?

Tell me about this girl you like so much.

Love. Okay? I love her.

She's the best thing that ever happened to me and I blew it.

I tried to be cool. I took her for granted.

What are her favorite flowers?

I don't know. I never took the time to find out. Is it too late?

It's never too late to do the right thing.

Tell me, what do you know about her?

She s fun, she's funny, she's kind of pretty,

she's really pretty, she's gorgeous.

She's got good earrings sometimes, that she wears.

She's got long blonde hair, it's really nice.

Come with me. We'll see what we have.

Okay.

I don't know. I need some more time.

I had to get out of there.

A flower shop.

I don't know why.

Here you go.

And you're sure this is gonna do the trick?

May qui. Have the faith.

Now when you get her back, if you get her back,

you will remember how bad you feel today.

And you will never take her for granted again.

Okay.

And young man, ask her what her favorite flowers are.

Right. Favorite flowers. Okay. Anything...

Favorite flowers.

Look, I'll call you in a while, okay.

You see, thorns aren't for everyone.

But perhaps they are for you.

Why? These people have small problems.

Not all. Some have heavy burdens.

Much heavier than what we saw today.

I have to go.

When you are ready.

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I lost my little girl.

Oh, my sweet child.

It was raining and I looked away for a second.

It was just a second. I didn't even see the other car.

I don't know why I'm here.

How can flowers or thorns or anything

ever take away this pain?

I wish I died with her!

No, no, no, child.

You know that man with the little girl, that was just here?

His wife died giving birth to her

and those were his exact words.

You see, everyone has their burdens,

none are the same, no one is exempt.

And yes, some are heavier than others.

Would you like me to tell you now

about the reason for the thorns?

"And they clothed him in purple,

and platted a crown of thorns, and put it about his head."

No one bore a burden greater than the one He bore.

And he did it for us.

God loves you Catherine

And He knows what it feels like to lose a child.

I don't even know if I believe in God anymore?

He believes in you.

I know nothing can replace your little girl,

but I believe you will be blessed with another.

No. She was a miracle.

Oh Catherine, your life will be filled with miracles,

too numerous to count.

How can you know that?

You will get through this. Let Him comfort you.

Thank you, Grace

Thank Him - for the thorns.

Hey. Yeah. I'm coming home.

I got a bouquet.

It's perfect. So beautiful.

I know, Honey.

I love you to. Okay. Bye.

Merci, mon Dieu. Merci.

Morning.

Where are all the flowers?

Flowers? We don't sell flowers here.

There's a flower shop about a block and a half up the street,

if that's what you mean.

No. I was here just last year, and I got a...

No, no. We've been selling antiques out of here for about

fifteen years now.

What about the French woman?

I thought she owned the shop.

French woman? No. That doesn't ring a bell at all.

So, there are no flowers?

Nope.

So, is that a little boy or little girl? Girl.

Ah, that's nice. That's nice. Picked out a name yet?

Yeah. Grace.

That's a beautiful name.

Yeah, it is.

Well, feel free to look around the shop.

Merry Christmas.

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* My Life is Pain

* It is agony

* He

* He lifts me

* Through His suffering

* I

* Fall Down

* In his arms

* He saves me

* With his Crown of Thorns

* Just a little faith

* A little hope

* A little courage

* Don't give up

* Don't you give in

* Don't you forget

* He died to save your soul * from sin

* When

* Life is dark

* And there's only night

* He

* He sends me

* Angels of his light

* I

* Fall apart

* In his arms

* He

* Gathers me

* In his Crown of Thorns

* Just a little faith

* A little hope

* A little courage

* Don't give up

* Don't you give in

* Don't you forget

* He died to save your soul * from sin

* I

* Fall apart

* In His arms

* He

* Gathers me

* In His Crown of Thorns

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