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
I looked at 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 five 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 five 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 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 didn'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 that, "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 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 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 two 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 pay last respects 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.


Author Unknown
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THE DOLL
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PLEASE DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE. IN
FACT PLEASE DON'T DRINK, DO IT
FOR YOURSELF AND FOR OTHERS.
YOU'LL BE GLAD YOU DIDN'T.
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