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> The Doll and the Rose
> I was walking around in a store. 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.
> 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 this 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 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 m all."
> 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?''
> "OK" he said "I hope that I 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
> Yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have
> Enough money to buy this doll so that mommy can 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 came again
> 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
> 2 days ago, 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 that the young
> Lady 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 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 this
> 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.
> 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your
> heart
> For those that 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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