Please read, it's so amazing.
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.
Now you have two choices ;
1) Repost this message.
2) Or Pretend It Never Tocuhed Your
Heart.