I saw a cashier hand a little boy his money back at the mall, 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 you