> > > The Doll and the Rose > > > > I was walking around in a store. I saw a cashier hand this > > little boy his money back saying "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 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 this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would > > bring it to her." > > > > I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will 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. 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. "What > > if we checked again, just in case you do have enough money?" > > > > "OK" he said "I hope that I 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 yesterday before I > > slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this > > doll so that mommy can 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 came again 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 newspaper article 2 days ago, which > > mentioned of a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car, where > > there was one young lady 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-assisting machine, because the young > > lady 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 lady 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 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 this 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) Repost this message. > > 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.