I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this
little boy some 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.” 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 just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. 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 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. “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 from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my
mind. Then I remembered a local news paper 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 news paper 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 exposed 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.
The value of a man or woman
resides in what he or she gives, not in what they are capable of receiving…
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