so sad!!!!
Body: On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to the mall to buy the
>remaining of the gifts I didn't manage to buy earlier.
>
> When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself:
>'It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other place to
>go...'
>
> Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How I
>wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it...'
>
> Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started
>to curse the prices, wondering if kids really played with such expensive
>toys.
>
> While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5
>years old, pressing a doll against his chest.
>
> He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I
>wondered who was this doll for.
>
> 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 is 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 cannot bring it to her
>where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mummy so that she can give
>it to her when she goes there."
>
> His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be
>with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I
>thought that she could bring 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 mummy
>not to go yet. I asked him 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 also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she
>will not forget me."
>
> "I love my mummy 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 took a few notes and said to the
>boy. "What if we checked again, just in case you 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 mummy can
>give it to my sister. He heard me.''
>
> "I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my
>mummy, but I didn't dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy
>the doll and the white rose.''
>
> "You know, my mummy 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 get out
>of 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 water-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
>man had taken all this away from him.
>
> Now you have 2 choices:
>
> 1) Send this message.
> 2) Or delete it, as if it never touched your heart.
>
> If you send this message, maybe you will help prevent someone drunk
>from driving.
>remaining of the gifts I didn't manage to buy earlier.
>
> When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself:
>'It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other place to
>go...'
>
> Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How I
>wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it...'
>
> Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started
>to curse the prices, wondering if kids really played with such expensive
>toys.
>
> While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5
>years old, pressing a doll against his chest.
>
> He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I
>wondered who was this doll for.
>
> 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 is 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 cannot bring it to her
>where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mummy so that she can give
>it to her when she goes there."
>
> His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be
>with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I
>thought that she could bring 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 mummy
>not to go yet. I asked him 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 also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she
>will not forget me."
>
> "I love my mummy 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 took a few notes and said to the
>boy. "What if we checked again, just in case you 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 mummy can
>give it to my sister. He heard me.''
>
> "I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my
>mummy, but I didn't dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy
>the doll and the white rose.''
>
> "You know, my mummy 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 get out
>of 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 water-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
>man had taken all this away from him.
>
> Now you have 2 choices:
>
> 1) Send this message.
> 2) Or delete it, as if it never touched your heart.
>
> If you send this message, maybe you will help prevent someone drunk
>from driving.