♥ please read, it's so sad..
I was
walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand
this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have
enough money to buy this doll.'
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him:
''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough
money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't
have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she
went to look a round. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to
give this doll to.
'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so
much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her
after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't
bring it to her where she is now.
I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to
my sister when she goes there.'
His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone
to be with God.
Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I
thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my
sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to
tell mommy not to go yet.
I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was
laughing.
DRUNK DRIVING.
He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her
so she won't forget me.'
'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave
me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little
sister.'
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very
quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy.
'Suppose we check
Again, just in case you do have enough money for the
doll?''
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.'
I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we
started to count it.
There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough
money!'
Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before
I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy
this doll,
so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard
me!''
'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for
my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much.
But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white
rose.''
'My mommy loves white roses.'
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my
basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I
started.
I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago,
which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and
a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a
critical state.
The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the
life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be
able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in
the news paper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses
and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young
woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before
her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in
her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed
over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been
changed for ever.
The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister
is still, to this day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all
this away from him.
Now you have two choices ;
1) Repost
this message.
2) Or Pretend It Never Even Touched Your
Heart.