>>
>>
>> >On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go
to the
>>supermarket
>> >to buy the remaining gifts I didn't manage to buy
earlier.
>> >When I saw all the people there, I started to
complain
>> >to myself: 'It is going to take forever here and I
>> >still have so many other places to go...'
>> >Christmas really is getting more and more annoying
>> >every year. How I wish I could just lie down, go
to
>> >sleep and only wake up after it...'
>> >Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and
>> >there I started to curse the prices, wondering if
>> >after all kids really play with such expensive
toys.
>> >While looking in the toy section, I noticed a
small
>> >boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against
his
>> >chest.
>> >He kept on touching the hair of the doll and
looked so
>> >sad. I wondered who was this doll for.
>> >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 here 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 started to walk toward him and I asked
him
>> >who did he want to give this doll to.
>> > It is the doll that my sister loved most and
wanted
>> >so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that
>> > Santa Clauss would bring it to her.'
>> > I replied to him that maybe Santa Clauss will
bring it
>> > to her, after all, and not to worry.
>> >But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Clauss can
not
>> >bring it to her where she is now. I have to give
the
>> >doll to my mother so that she can give it to her
when
>> >she goes there.'
>> >His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My sister
has
>> >gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy will
also go
>> >to see God very soon, so I thought that she could
>> >bring 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 mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait
until
>> >I come back from the supermarket"
>> >Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where
he
>> >was laughing. He then told me "I also want mummy
to
>> >take this photo with her so that she will not
forget
>> >me."
>> >"I love my mummy 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 took a few
notes
>> >and said to the boy. "What if we checked again,
just
>> >in case you 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 mummy can give it
>> >to my sister. He heard me'
>> >"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white
>> >rose for my mummy, but I didn't dare to ask God
too
>> >much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and
the
>> >white rose.'
>> >"You know, my mummy loves white roses"
>> >A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I
>> >left with my trolley.
>> >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
>> >get out of 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 and went to buy a bunch of
white
>> >roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of
the
>> >young woman was exposed for people to see and make
>> >last wish 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 crying, feeling that my life had
been
>> >changed forever. The love that this little boy had
for
>> >his mother and his sister is still, to that day,
hard
>> >to imagine.
>> >And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had
taken
>> >all this away from him.
>> >
>> >Now you have 2 choices:
>> >1) Send this message to everybody that you know.
>> >2) Or delete it and do as if it never touched your
heart.
>> >
>> >If you send this message, maybe you will help
prevent
>> >someone who is drunk from driving.
>
