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The doll and the white rose
By: Admin Date: June 12, 2013, 11:40 pm
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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 a round. 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 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.
The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not
in what they are capable of receiving…
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Author Unknown[/right]
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