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The White Rose
Read this on Misty Harris' profile on Facebook today:
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.
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