LONG BUT WORTH READING!!!!!!
I was walking around in a supermarket 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. </3