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. Forward this link to your friends or share it on your FaceBook wall and show that your against drink
driving.
2. Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.
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