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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