Life Changing…
August 14, 2008 by smileyes
From another forwarded mail..
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.
