Saturday 21 January 2012

A MUST READReally heart touching………I was walking around in a BigBazar store making shopping,when I sawa Cashier talking to a boy couldn’thave been more than 5 or 6yearsold..TheCashier said, ‘I’m sorry, butyou don’t have enough money tobuythis doll. Then the little boyturned to me and asked: ”Uncle,areyou sure I don’t have enoughmoney?”I counted his cash and replied:”You know that you don’t haveenoughmoney to buy the doll, my dear.”The little boy was still holding thedoll in his hand.Finally, I walked toward him andI asked him who he wished togivethis doll to. ‘It’s the doll that mysister loved most and wanted somuch . I wanted to Gift her forher BIRTHDAY.I have to give the doll to mymommy so that she can give it tomysister when she goes there.’ Hiseyes were so sad while sayingthis.‘My Sister has gone to be withGod.. Daddy says that Mommy isgoing tosee God very soon too, so Ithought that she could take thedoll withher to give it to my sister…”My heart nearly stopped. The littleboy looked up at me and said: ‘Itold daddy to tell mommy not togo yet. I need her to wait until Icome back from the mall.’ Thenhe showed me a very nice photoof himwhere he was laughing. He thentold me ‘I want mommy to takemypicture with her so my sisterwon’t forget me.’ ‘I love mymommy and Iwish she doesn’t have to leaveme, but daddy says that she hasto goto be with my little sister.’ Thenhe looked again at the doll withsad eyes, very quietly..I quickly reached for my walletand said to the boy. ‘Suppose wecheckagain, just in case you do haveenough money for the doll?”‘OK’ he said, ‘I hope I do haveenough.’ I added some of mymoney tohis with out him seeing and westarted to count it. There wasenoughfor the doll and even some sparemoney.The little boy said: ‘Thank youGod for giving me enoughmoney!’Then he looked at me and added,‘I asked last night before I wenttosleep for God to make sure I hadenough money to buy this doll,sothat mommy could give It to mysister. He heard me!” ‘I alsowantedto have enough money to buy awhite rose for my mommy, but Ididn’tdare to ask God for too much.But He gave me enough to buythe dolland a white rose. My mommyloves white roses.’I finished my shopping in atotally different state from whenIstarted. I couldn’t get the littleboy out of my mind. Then Iremembered a localnews paper article two days ago,which mentioned a drunk man inatruck, who hit a car occupied bya young woman and a little girl.Thelittle girl died right away, and themother was left in a criticalstate. The family had to decidewhether to pull the plug on thelife-sustaining machine, becausethe young woman would not beable torecover from the coma. Was thisthe family of the little boy?Two days after this encounterwith the little boy, I read in thenewspaper that the young womanhad passed away.. I couldn’t stopmyself asI bought a bunch of white rosesand I went to the funeral homewherethe body of the young womanwas exposed for people to seeand makelast wishes before her burial. Shewas there, in her coffin, holdingabeautiful white rose in her handwith the photo of the little boyandthe doll placed over her chest. Ileft the place, teary-eyed, feelingthat my life had been changedfor ever…The love that the little boy had forhis mother and his sister isstill, to this day, hard to imagine.And in a fraction of a second, adrunk driver had taken all thisaway from him.Please DO NOT DRINK & DRIVE.

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