story that follows clearly shows us that love
begets love. It is a touching story about a boy
who made a great effort to manifest his love to his
little sister and to his mother.
As the story goes, I
was walking around in a store. I saw a cashier
hand this little boy his money back saying
"I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money
to buy this doll."
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 5 minutes while she went to look
around. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his
hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I
asked him whom he wished to give this doll to.
"It's 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 can't bring it to her where she is now. I
have to give the doll to my mommy so that she
can give it to my sister when she goes
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
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
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
she 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. "What if we
check again, just in case you do 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 spare money.
The little boy said:
"Thank you God for giving me enough money!"
Then he looked at me and
added, "I asked yesterday before I slept for God
to make sure I have enough money to buy this
doll so that mommy can give it to my sister. He
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."
A few minutes
later, the old lady came again and I left with my
basket. 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 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 newspaper
that the young lady 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 there for people to view and make last wishes
before the burial.
She was there,
her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand
with the photo of the little boy and the
doll placed over
I left the place,
teary-eyed, 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 driver had
taken all this away from him.