A heart-touching Christmas Story
18:06 Dec 11 2006
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I was walking around in a store one Christmas season, when 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, leaving the little boy still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to, since boys don't normally want them for themselves.
"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for 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 sadly replied: "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 left this world. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see her very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her and 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?''
"But I did check it and I don't have enough!" reaffirmed the little boy, but I insisted on recounting.
"OK" he said "I hope that I have enough." I had added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was now enough money for the doll and even some to spare.
The little boy said: "Oh wow, I do have enough money, it's a miracle!" Then he looked at me with big eyes and added, "Yesterday before I went to sleep, I wished and hoped to have enough money to buy this doll so that mommy can give it to my sister. I guess my wish came true!''
"And I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask for too much. Looks like I was given enough to buy the doll AND a white rose.'' The boy was so thrilled, he could hardly keep still.
"My mommy loves white roses." A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my basket and 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 saw a local newspaper in which on the front page, an article, 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 again that the young lady had passed away and 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 displayed for people to view and make last wishes before burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of that little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, yet 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. Yet in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from this little boy.
PLEASE DO NOT DRINK AND DRIVE THIS HOLIDAY SEASON... I don't have much money, and I couldn't afford to help many more little children like this little boy.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message, if you shed tears like I did.
2) Ignore it, since if it never touched your heart.
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