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.
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