Beautiful and touching
story with the moral!!!
I
was walking around in a Big Bazar store shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking
to a boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old..
The
Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.
Then the little boy turned to the cashier and asked: are you sure I don't have
enough money?''
The
cashier counted his cash once again and replied: ''You know that you don't have
enough money to buy the doll, my dear.'' The little boy was still holding the
doll in his hand.
Finally,
I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's
the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much. I wanted to Gift her for
her BIRTHDAY.
I
have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she
goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be
with God.. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, 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 mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told
me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won't forget me.' 'I
love my mommy 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 said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again,
just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
'OK'
he said, 'I hope I do 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 last night before I went to sleep for God
to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It
to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white
rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me
enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.'
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 news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk
man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman 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-sustaining machine,
because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this
the family of the little boy?
Two
days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that
the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of
white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman
was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her 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,
teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever...
The
love that the 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 driver had taken
all this away from him.
Please
DO NOT DRINK & DRIVE.
Now
you have 2 choices:
1)
Forward this message, or
2)
Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.
For
those who prefer to think that God is not watching over us.... go ahead and
delete this. For the rest of us..... pass this on.
The
value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in what they are
capable of receiving.
This is a beautiful story Subhash, and God had you in the mall at the exact time he had planned it. I love how you added the money without the little boy seeing it. I can never understand how someone can drink and drive, they need to read your story.
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