READ THISA Touching Christmas Story...
> On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to
> the supermarket to buy the gifts 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 I started to
> curse the prices, wondering if 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 here 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 asked 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
> can not 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 say that
> Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought
> that she could bring 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 come 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 checked again, just
> in case if u 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 spare money.
>
> The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me
> enough money' then he looked at me and added: 'I asked
> yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I 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 I
> 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 rose'
>
> A few minutes later, the old lady came 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 in the newspaper 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 that day, hard to imagine. And
> in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all
> this away from him.
>
> Now you have 2 choices:
> 1) Send this message to everybody that you know.
> 2) Or delete it and do as if it never touched your
> heart.
>
> If you send this message, maybe you will help prevent
> someone drunk to go driving.
>
Well i get it from my e-mail so decided to share wif u all.
ANYWAY MERRY X'MAS to ALL of U!
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