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I hurried into the local department store to grab a few 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 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 whom the doll was for. I watched him
turn to a woman and he called his aunt by name and said, She replied a bit impatiently, 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 Mamma is going to have to go be with her." My heart nearly stopped beating. Then the boy looked at me again and
said, 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 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 in with his and we began to count it. Of course
it was plenty for the doll. Then the boy said, "I just asked Jesus to give me enough money to buy this doll so Mamma 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 Mamma a white rose, but I didn't ask him, but he gave me enough to buy the doll and a rose for my Mamma. 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 the life support. Now surely this little boy did not belong with that story. Two days later I read in the paper that 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 mother was. 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 had ripped the life of that little boy to pieces. You now have the choice, you can: "Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly." |