> > > > A good reminder: take time to appreciate what you have now.
> > > >
> > > > 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
> > > > 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.

Natalie

OMG - touching or what? Blub, blub, blub, sob, sob, sob!

Thanks Natalie.

:-(

Thats was very touching, at least I can blame it on my cold :(