what lies in true courage-

Sunday, March 26, 2006

A Touching Christmas Story
> 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. Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there 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 notes 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 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 whenI
>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
>changedforever.
>
>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.

{/Sunday, March 26, 2006}
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