> > > >
> > > > I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a
> > > > cashier hand this
> > > > little boy some 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.'
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 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 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 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.
> > > > '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
> > > > from when I started.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Then I remembered a local news paper 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 news
> > > > paper 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 exposed 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 for
> > > > ever... 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) Repost this message, or
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > For those who prefer to think that God is not
> > > > watching over us.... go
> > > > ahead and delete this. For the rest of us.... pass
> > > > this on.
> > > >
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> > > >



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