Need a pick me up????

[Guest Trust in the Lord]

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 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 and still, to that day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him.

[kiwi]

I need a real pick-me-up after reading this...it's sad.

[Melanie]

Kiwi!!!  You're back !!

How are ya ?  

[kiwi]

Hi Melanie,

Thanks for the smile  I'm doing well...yeah, guess I'm 'back'...like my new '"look"? not the other little green icon I used to have-decided I needed a new look (it isn't easy being green)  

thanks!  God bless!

[Melanie]

Hi Melanie,

Thanks for the smile