Azzy
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on myspace and wasn't sure where to post it. I want to put it somewhere where everyone can read it, registered or not, so I'm putting it here. Beautiful story.
The Doll and the Rose
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 newspaper 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
newspaper
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 Doll and the Rose
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 newspaper 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
newspaper
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.
Who cares, its a sweet story
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