I have always loved Pop Rocks. There’s something magical about the way these unassuming little crystals of candy suddenly burst into activity in your mouth. I love the sound and feeling as they pop and the sweet enjoyment of the candy.
My daughter, Natalia, loves bedtime stories. Each night we read together and it could be anything from a Nancy Drew mystery to “The Elements” by Theo Gray. Tonight she decided that she’d like to read some poetry. So we pulled out a book on poetry and read through half a dozen poems and talked a bit about each.
The last one we read was “The House by the Side of the Road” by Sam Walter Foss. It’s a great poem with a wonderful message. I remember President Hinckley quoting it several times. It made me think of Pop Rocks.
Pop Rocks really don’t look like much. They just sit there – tiny crystals of sugar in a pouch. But when you need them they suddenly spring to life, releasing miniature explosions of carbon dioxide. They have so much to give, even though they may not be very flashy.
I hope to be a bit more like Pop Rocks, a bit more of a friend to man. I have met so many people who lead lives of quiet goodness, never asking for fame or fortune, content to serve without recognition. They do not judge others, yet they rejoice with them and they mourn with them. Although they are unassuming in nature, they spring into action when they sense a need. They explode with power when they see a chance to serve their fellow man.
They inspire me. I too want to “live in a house by the side of the road — And be a friend to man.”