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. Now you have 2 choices: (1) Copy &
Paste this on your wall (2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart