I love stories. Whether they are real or not.

I friend sent me a forwarded email and it was a great story to start a day, especially when it reminded me there is something bigger than my thesis (!)

Have your tissues ready and enjoy. Sometimes the innocence of children will remind us of what is important in life.

The Doll and The Rose:

I was walking around in a store. I saw a cashier

hand this little boy his money back saying “I’m sorry,

but you don’t have enough money to buy This doll.”

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 there 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 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 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’t

bring it to her where she is now. 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 she 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.

“What if we checked again, just in case you do 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 mommy can 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.”

A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I

left with my basket.

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 two 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 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 newspaper that the young lady 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 there for people to view and

make last wishes before the 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 forever.

The love that this 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.