The Doll and a White Rose
I received the following in an email from a friend I met on the internet.
(o: Thanks Trish :o)
I named the file "Momma" for short.
I think this might be inspirational for anyone who takes the time to read it.
I hope that you find encouragement within these words
to help you stay on God's narrow path and think about others.
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 ask the boy who the doll was for.
He said, "It's 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 Momma 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 Momma is going to have to go
to be with her." My heart nearly stopped beating.
Then the boy looked at me again and said, "I told my Daddy to tell Momma not to go yet.
I told him to tell her to wait
till I got back from the store."
Then he ask 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 Momma to take this with her
so she don't ever forget me. I love my Momma so very much and I wish
she
did
not have to leave me. But Daddy
says she needs 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 hand full of bills. I ask 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.
And 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 Momma 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 Momma a white rose,
but I didn't, but he gave me enough to buy the doll and a rose for my
Momma.
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 rather 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. I went out and bought some white 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.
Written by V.A.Bailey
This holiday season and through out the coming year,
please,
Don't Drink
and Drive!
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