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hey every body .. i wanted you all to read this story as it's one of the best stories i've ever read ... it's alled " Sad but Good "
On the last days before Christmas , i hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the remainder of the gifts i haden'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 i started to curse theprices , wondering if after all kids really play with such expensive toys . while looking in the toy section , i noticed a small boy of about years old , pressing a doll against his chest . He kept on touching the hair of the doll and lookes so sad . iI wondered who this doll was for . then the little boy turnrd 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 here for 5 minutes while she went to look around . She left quikly . The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand . Finally , i started to walk toward him and asked him who did he want 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 then 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 mother so she can give it to her when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad whule saying this . 'My sister has gone to be with God . Daddy say , 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 supermarket'
The 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 mu mummy and i wish she doesn't habe to leave me but daddy says that she have 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 . ' What if we checked again , just n case you have enough money ? '
'Ok' he said . ' I hoped 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.
Then he looked at me and added : ' i asked yesterday before i slept for God to make sure i have enough money to bo 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 asked God too much . . But he gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose . You know , mu mummy loves white roses .'
a few minutes later , the old lady came back again and i left with my trolley . I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when i started . I couldn't ge3t the little boy out of my mind .
Then i remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago , wich montioned a drunk man u=in a truk who hit a car with 2 occupants , a yong 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-support machine , because the yong lady would not be able to get out of her 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 yong lady had passed away . I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and went to the mortuary where the yong woman was displayed for people to see and pay their last respects brfore burial .
She was there , in her coffin , holding a brautiful white rose in her hand , with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest .
I left the place crying , 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 .
well that's it you can't believe how much i ceyied til i finished typing this story .. there's only two things that the sender asked when he sent me this mail " a year agao " :
Now you have two choices :
1) Send this message to every body that you know " and i say put it on your journal too " .
2) Or delete it " well i guess you can't delete it here you can just ignore it and just forget about it " and do as if it never touched your heart .
if you sned this message , maybe you will help prevent someone drunk from driving ....
just one thing i want you to know it's not just a story .. these things happend i myself have experiences that are so alike to this one kay .. so don't consider it as a gift of a fruitfull immagination .