take time to appreciate what you

On the last day before chritmass, i hurried to go to
the supermarket to buy the remaining of the gift i
didnt 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 place to go...'

'Christmass 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
afterall 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 was this doll for.

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to
him: 'Granny, are you sure i dont have enough money?'

The old lady replied: 'You know it that you dont 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 toward him and i asked him
who did he want to give this doll to.

'It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted
so much for this christmass. She was so sure that
Santa Clauss would bring it to her.'

I replied to him that maybe Santa Clauss will bring it

to her, afterall, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Clauss 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 doesnt 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 didnt 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 couldnt 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 couldnt 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 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.

FRIENDS ARE LIKE ANGEL, WHO HELP US FLY WHEN OUR WINGS

HAVE FORGOTTEN HOW TO FLY.

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