> > On the last day before christmas, i hurried to go to
> > the supermarket to buy the remaining of the gift i
> > didnt 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...'
> >
> > 'Christmass 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
> > afterall kids really play 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 dont have enough money?'
> >
> > The old lady replied:
> >
> > 'You know it that you dont 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 quickly.
> >
> > The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
> >
> > Finally, i started to walk toward him and i asked him
> > who did he want to give this doll to.
> >
> > 'It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted
> > so much for this christmass. She was so sure that
> > Santa Clauss would bring it to her.'
> >
> > I replied to him that maybe Santa Clauss will bring it
> > to her, afterall, and not to worry.
> >
> > But he replied to me sadly.
> >
> > 'No, Santa Clauss can not bring it to her where she is
> > now. I have to give the doll to my mother 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 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'
> >
> > 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 doesnt 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 if u 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 didnt 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 rose'
> >
> > A few minutes later, the old lady came again and i
> > left with my trolley.
> >
> > I finished my shopping in a totally different state>
> > from when i started. I couldnt 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 couldnt stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white
> > roses and i went to the mortuary where the body of the
> > young woman was exposed for people to see and make
> > last wish 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 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 that 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 to everybody that you know.
> >
> > 2) Or delete it and do as if it never touched your
> > heart.
> >
> > If you send this message, maybe you will help prevent
> > someone drunk to go driving
> >
> > FRIENDS ARE LIKE ANGEL, WHO HELP US FLY WHEN OUR WINGS
HAVE FORGOTTEN HOW TO FLY.
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