blown93feature
12-26-2005, 03:30 PM
I hope this touches your heart like it has mine, this was sent to me from mystic coba girl.
THIS IS AN ACTUAL INCIDENT
>
>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 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 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 started to walk towards him and I asked him 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 cannot 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 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 mummy not to go >yet. I asked him to wait
>until I came 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 left over. The little boy
>said:
>
>'Thank you God for giving me enough money' Then he looked at me and
>added:
>
>'I asked yesterday before I went to sleep 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 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 back 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 this 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 act as if it never touched your heart.
>If you send this message, maybe you will help prevent someone drunk to
>go driving.
THIS IS AN ACTUAL INCIDENT
>
>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 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 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 started to walk towards him and I asked him 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 cannot 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 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 mummy not to go >yet. I asked him to wait
>until I came 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 left over. The little boy
>said:
>
>'Thank you God for giving me enough money' Then he looked at me and
>added:
>
>'I asked yesterday before I went to sleep 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 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 back 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 this 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 act as if it never touched your heart.
>If you send this message, maybe you will help prevent someone drunk to
>go driving.