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Get out your Kleenex before reading this…

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 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 was over.

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 bills 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 roses

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 in mind, 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.

FRIENDS ARE LIKE ANGELS, WHO HELP US FLY WHEN OUR WINGS HAVE

FORGOTTEN HOW

TO FLY.