 Touching Tale
Touching tale.....
>> > > A touching story and A good reminder : "Take time to appreciate
>>what
>> > > you
>> > > have now."
>> > >
>> > > 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 I 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 was this doll 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 toward him and I asked him
>> > > who did he want 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
>> > > says
>> > > 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
>>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 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; or
>> > > 2) Delete it and
>> > > do as if it never touched your heart.
>> > >
>> > > sending this message, only to hope that maybe I can help prevent
>> > > someone drunk to go driving.
>> > > | 
Linear Mode
