jovie50: 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 of these away from him.

Now you have two choices:
> Copy and save it. Or
> Just ignore it.

sexkillz: I guess you also "wrote" this with "all of you brain". . .


You are so "Intelligent"

Mynd_44:
He was hoping it will go viral and he would have the bragging rights to it

Mynd_44: Did you just type hate? Dude I don't even know you so why should I hate you?

Mynd_44: Dying to read this heap of garbage? Nigger please

jovie50:
then why did u view the topic, talk more of commenting on it. You just prove that you are really a saddist.....

cog1: The story's touching.
But I think Mynd44 is more of a realist,
Saying exactly how he feels, than a sadist