I was walking around in a store. I saw a
> cashier hand this little boy his money back saying
> "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 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 this Christmas. She was so sure that
Santa
> Claus would bring it to her."
>
> I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will
> 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. 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. "What if we checked again, just in case you
> do have enough money?''
>
> "Ok" he said "I hope that I 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
> yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have
> enough money to buy this doll so that mommy can 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 came again
> 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 newspaper article
> 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck, who
hit
> a car, where there was one young lady 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-assisting machine, because the young lady 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
> lady 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 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 this
> 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.
2006-09-25
18:54:59
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