heart touching

Tiêu đề: heart touching Sat Jan 17, 2009 10:53 pm

I was walking around in a
mall, when I saw a Cashier asked a

little boy to give some more money.
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 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 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
with out 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 for
ever.
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.

Please DO NOT DRINK & DRIVE.

Now you
have 2 choices:
1) Forward this message,
or
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

For those who prefer to think that God is not watching over us....
go
ahead and delete this. For the rest of us... pass this
on.

The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she
gives, not in what
they are capable of
receiving.