Sunday, 5 July 2015
Monday, 27 May 2013
GET THE KLEENEX...IT'S WORTH IT.
On the last day before Christmas, I hurried
to go to the supermarket to buy the remaining of 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 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 mommy 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.
FRIENDS ARE LIKE ANGELS, WHO HELP US FLY
WHEN OUR WINGS HAVE FORGOTTEN HOW TO FLY
The greatest thing you'll ever learn is to
just love and to be loved in return.
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