SO TOUCHING

I was walking
around in a supermarket when i saw a cashier
hand this little boy his 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.'' The little boy
turned to the old woman next to him, ''Granny, are
you sure I don't have enough money?'' She
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
himself. 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
didn'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 of mind 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 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.
Now you have 2 choices: (1) Copy & Paste this on
your wall (2) Ignore it as if it never touched your
heart.