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    > >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 has 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 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 some
    >white
    > >roses and took them to the funeral home where the young woman was.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.
    > >
    > >You now have the choice, you can:

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    Ed,

    Thank you so much for sharing. What a sad and beautiful story.

    Sharon

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