TRUE STORY
Spend some time to read this! Really touching!! I was walking around in a BigBazar store makingshopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been morethan 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don'thave enough money to buy this doll. Then the little boy turned to meand asked: ''aunty, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that youdon't have enough money to buy the dolll, my dear.'' The little boy wasstill holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and Iasked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that mysister loved most and wanted so much . Iwanted to Gift her for herBIRTHDAY. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give itto my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while sayingthis. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy isgoing to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take thedoll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped. Thelittle boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not togo yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then heshowed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then toldme 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won't forgetme.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, butdaddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then helooked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quicklyreached 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, 'Ihope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out himseeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll andeven some spare money. The little boy said: 'Thank you God for givingme enough money!' Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last nightbefore I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buythis doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'Ialso wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, butI didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy thedoll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.' I finished my shopping in a totally different statefrom when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. ThenI remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned adrunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and alittle girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was leftin a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plugon the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not beable 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 Ibought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where thebody of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make lastwishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding abeautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy andthe doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feelingthat my life had been changed for ever. The love that the little boyhad for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard toimagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken allthis away from him. Please DO NOT DRINK & DRIVE.
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