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Post by cymbalta on Sat Dec 11, 2010 7:56 pm

I hurried into the local department store to grab some last minute
Christmas gifts. I looked at all the people and grumbled to myself.
I
would
be in here forever and I just had so much to do. Christmas was
beginning to
become such a drag. I kinda wished that I
could just sleep through Christmas. But I hurried the best I could
through
all the
people to the toy department. Once again I kind of mumbled to myself
at
the
prices of
all these toys, and wondered if the grandkids would even play with
them.

I found myself in the doll aisle. Out of the corner of my eye I saw
a
little boy about
5 holding a lovely doll. He kept touching her hair and he held her
so
gently. I could
not seem to help myself. I just kept looking over at the little boy
and
wondered who the doll was for. I watched him turn to a woman and he
called
his aunt by name and said, "Are you sure I don't have enough money".
She
replied a bit impatiently, "You know that you don't have enough
money
for
it." The aunt told the little boy not to go anywhere that she had to
go
get
some other things and would be back in a few minutes.And then
she left the aisle.

The boy continued to hold the doll. After a bit I asked the boy who
the
doll was for. He said, "It is the doll my sister wanted so badly for
Christmas. She just knew that Santa
would bring it." I told him that maybe Santa was going to bring it.
He
said
"No, Santa can't go where my sister is...I have to give the doll to
my
Mamma to take to her". I asked him where his sister was. He looked
at
me
with the saddest eyes and said "She has gone to be with Jesus". My
Daddy
says that Mama is going to have to go be with her. My heart nearly
stopped
beating.

Then the boy looked at me again and said, I told my Daddy to tell
Mama
not
to go yet. I told him to tell her to wait till I got back from the
store".
Then he asked me if I wanted to see his picture.I told him I would
love
to.
He pulled out some pictures he'd had taken at the front of the
store.
He
said "I want my Mamma to take this with her so she don't ever forget
me."
"I love my Mama so very much and I wish she did not have to
leave me". "But Daddy says she will need to be with my sister." I
saw
that
the little
boy had lowered his head and had grown so very quiet. While he was
not
looking I reached into my purse and pulled out a handful of bills. I
asked
the little boy, "Shall we count that money one more time? He grew
excited
and said "Yes, I just know it has to be enough". So I slipped my
money
with his and we began to count it. Of course it was plenty for the
doll. He
softly said, "Thank you jesus, for giving me enough money." Then the
boy
said "I just asked Jesus to give me enough money to buy this doll so
Mama
can
take it with her to give to my sister." "And he heard my prayer. "I
wanted
to ask him
for enough to buy my Mama a white rose, but I didn't ask him, but he
gave
me enough to buy the doll and a rose for my Mama." "She loves white
roses
so very, very much". In a few minutes the aunt came back and I
wheeled
my
cart away.

I could not keep from thinking about the little boy as I finished my
shopping in a totally different spirit than when I had started. And
I
kept
remembering a story I had seen in the newspaper several days earlier
about
a drunk driver hitting a car and killing a little girl and the
Mother
was
in serious condition. The family was deciding on whether to remove
life
support. Now surely this little boy did not belong with that story.

Two days later I read in the paper where the family had disconnected
the
life support and the young woman had died. I could not forget the
little
boy and just kept wondering
if the two were somehow connected.Later that day, I could not help
myself
and I went out
and bought some white roses and took them to the funeral home where
the
young woman was. And there she was holding a lovely white rose, the
beautiful doll, and the picture of the little boy in the store. I
left
there in tears, my life changed forever. The love that little boy
had
for
his little sister and his mother was overwhelming. And in a split
second a
drunk driver ripped the life of that little boy to pieces.

"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have
trouble
remembering how to fly."

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