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YOUNG BOY'S LOVE
THE FOLLOWING WAS SENT TO ME THIS MORNING
VIA EMAIL YOU WILL SAY CHRISTMAS ON
MOTHERS DAY STAY WITH THE STORY
AS THE LOVE OF THIS YOUNG BOY
FOR HIS MOTHER AND DEAD SISTER
IS REALLY WHAT THIS DAY IS
ABOUT AS WELL ... SHOWING THE
LOVE AND RESPECT FOR YOUR MOTHER.
THE WHITE ROSE AND DOLL
I hurried into the local department store to grab
some last minute
Christmas gifts. I looked at all the people and grumbled
to myself. I would
be in here forever and I just had so much to do. Christmas
was beginning to
become such a drag. I kinda wished that I could just
sleep through
Christmas. But I hurried the best I could through all
the people to the toy
department. Once again I kind of mumbled to myself
at the prices of all
these toys. And wondered if the grandkids would even
play with them.
I found myself in the doll aisle. Out of the corner of
my eye I saw a
little boy about 5 holding a lovely doll. He kept touching
her hair and he
held her so gently. I could not seem to help myself.
I just kept looking
over at the little boy and wondered who the doll was
for.
I watched him turn to a woman and he called his aunt
by name and said, "Are
you sure I don't have enough money"
She replied a bit impatiently, "You know that you don't
have enough money
for it." The aunt told the little boy not to go anywhere
that she had to go
get some other things and would be back in a few minutes.
And then she left
the aisle. The boy continued to hold the doll.
After a bit I asked the boy who the doll was for. He
said,"It is the doll
my sister wanted so badly for Christmas. She just knew
that Santa would
bring it."
I told him that maybe Santa was going to bring it. He
said "No, Santa can't
go where my sister is...I have to give the doll to my
Mamma to take to her".
I asked him where his sister was. He looked at me with
the saddest eyes and
said "She was gone to be with Jesus. My Daddy says
that Mama is going to
have to
go be with her."
My heart nearly stopped beating. Then the boy looked
at me again and said,
"I told my Daddy to tell Mama not to go yet. I
told him to tell her to wait
till I got back from the store".Then he asked me
if I wanted to see his
picture. I told him
I would love to. He pulled out some pictures he'd
had taken at the front of
the
store. He said "I want my Mamma to take this with her
so she don't ever
forget me. I love my Mama so very much and I wish she
did not have to leave
me. But Daddy says she will need to be with my sister."
I saw that the little boy had lowered his head and had
grown so very quiet.
While he was not looking I reached into my purse and
pulled out a handful of
bills. I asked the little boy, "Shall we count that money
one more time?"
He grew excited and said "Yes, I just know it has to
be enough". So I
slipped my money in with his and we began to count it.
Of course it was
plenty for the doll.
He softly said, "Thank you Jesus for giving me enough
money." Then the boy
said "I just asked Jesus to give me enough money to buy
this doll so Mama
can take it with her to give to my sister. And he heard
my prayer. I wanted
to ask him for enough to buy my Mama a white rose, but
I didn't ask him, but
he gave me enough to buy the doll and a rose for my Mama.
She loves white
roses so very, very much."
In a few minutes the aunt came back and I wheeled my
cart away. I could not
keep from thinking about the little boy as I finished
my shopping in a
totally different spirit than when I had started. And
I kept remembering a
story I had seen in the newspaper several days earlier
about a drunk driver
hitting a car and killing a little girl and the Mother
was in serious
condition.
The family was deciding on whether to remove the life
support. Now surely
this little boy did not belong with that story.
Two days later I read in the paper where the family had
disconnected the
life support and the young woman had died.
I could not forget the little boy and just kept wondering
if the two were
somehow connected.
Later that day, I could not help myself and I went out
and bought somewhite
roses and took them to the funeral home where the young
woman was. And there
she was holding a lovely white rose, the beautiful doll,
and the picture of
the little boy in the store.
I left there in tears, my life changed forever.
The love that little boy had for his little sister and
his mother was
overwhelming. And in a split second a drunk driver had
ripped the life of
that little boy to pieces.
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