when i saw a cashier hand this
little boy his 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.'' The little boy turned to the old
woman next to him, ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough
money?'' She 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 around. 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 himself. He was
laughing. 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
didn'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 without 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 of mind from when I started. I couldn't get the
little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper
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
newspaper 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 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 forever.
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 2 choices: (1) Copy
& Paste this on your wall (2) Ignore it as if it never
touched your heart:
instead fav!
14 faves · 2 comments · Sep 28, 2011 6:34pm
dubesbabe06
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1 decade ago
im crying!!
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shelbyab98 · 1 decade ago
me 2 awwww
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