DO NOT DRINK AND DRIVE

baby-doll

I was walking around in a mall shopping, when I
saw a Cashier talking to a boy who couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6
years old.
The Cashier said, ‘I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy
this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ”are you
sure I don’t have enough money?”
I counted his cash and replied: “You know that you don’t have
enough money to buy the doll, my dear.” The little boy was
still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give
this doll to. ‘It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so
much. I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.
I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it
to my sister when she goes there.’ His eyes were so sad while saying
this. ‘My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is
going to see God very soon too, 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 up at me and said: ‘I
told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I
come back from the mall.’ Then he showed me a very nice photo of him
where he was laughing. He then told me ‘I want mommy to take my
picture with her so my sister won’t forget me.’ ‘I love my mommy 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 said to the boy. ‘Suppose we
check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?”
‘OK’ he said, ‘I hope I do have enough.’ I added some of my money to
his with out 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 last night before I went to
sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so
that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!” ‘I also wanted to
have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy,
but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to
buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.’
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 news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a
truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman 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-sustaining
machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from
the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the
news paper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn’t stop myself
as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home
where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and
make last wishes before her 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, teary-eyed,
feeling that my life had been changed for ever.
The love that the 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
driver had taken all this away from him…

Please DO NOT DRINK & DRIVE.

 

2 Comments »

  1. oh my God…!!! now my eyes.. i mean.. cant see anythng properly on screen..!!!

    feelng so sad… God bless him..!!! bt , in reality, wot God will bless anymore..!! the best wot he had, god took awy frm him..!!!

  2. Pinki said

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