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THIS IS AN ACTUAL INCIDENT - PLEASE TAKE TIME TO READ THIS STORY
On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to
buy the remaining of the gift I didn't 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 places to go"
"Christmas 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 started to curse
the prices, wondering if after all 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 this doll was for.
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 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 towards him and I asked him who he wanted to
give this doll to.
'It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this
Christmas.
She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her after all,
and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus cannot
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 says that Mummy will also go to
see God very soon, 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 mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I
came 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 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 took a few notes and said to the boy.
'What if we check again, just in case if you 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 left over.
The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money' Then he
looked at me and added: 'I asked yesterday before I went to sleep for
God to make sure 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 didn't 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 roses' A few minutes later, the old lady
came back again and I left with my trolley. 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
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 that the young
lady had passed away. I couldn't 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 this
day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from
him.
Krys,,,that was so very sad,,,I would have been crying,,,,this is so true,,,that's how I lost my dad,,,over a drunk driver,,,,but my hert breaks more for that little boy,,,,,
As I was reading this I was thinking of that new song out,,,of the little boy wanting to buy a pair of shoes for his mother,,, it's a country song do you know which one I mean ????
That's horrible. Now I'm sitting at work trying not to cry. That poor family and I hope that drunk goes to jail.
Oh my goodness. That is so sad. I am crying right now. Wow, I cant believe that happened. Why do people have to drive drunk??? So many lives could be saved if people just DIDNT DO IT! Thank you for sharing your story with us.
Ashley
On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to
buy the remaining of the gift I didn't 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 places to go"
"Christmas 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 started to curse
the prices, wondering if after all 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 this doll was for.
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 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 towards him and I asked him who he wanted to
give this doll to.
'It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this
Christmas.
She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her after all,
and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus cannot
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 says that Mummy will also go to
see God very soon, 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 mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I
came 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 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 took a few notes and said to the boy.
'What if we check again, just in case if you 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 left over.
The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money' Then he
looked at me and added: 'I asked yesterday before I went to sleep for
God to make sure 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 didn't 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 roses' A few minutes later, the old lady
came back again and I left with my trolley. 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
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 that the young
lady had passed away. I couldn't 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 this
day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from
him.
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Krys,,,that was so very sad,,,I would have been crying,,,,this is so true,,,that's how I lost my dad,,,over a drunk driver,,,,but my hert breaks more for that little boy,,,,,
As I was reading this I was thinking of that new song out,,,of the little boy wanting to buy a pair of shoes for his mother,,, it's a country song do you know which one I mean ????
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That's horrible. Now I'm sitting at work trying not to cry. That poor family and I hope that drunk goes to jail.
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Oh my goodness. That is so sad. I am crying right now. Wow, I cant believe that happened. Why do people have to drive drunk??? So many lives could be saved if people just DIDNT DO IT! Thank you for sharing your story with us.
Ashley
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