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The Doll & The White Rose
I hurried into the local department store to grab some last
minute Christmas gifts.
I looked at all the people and grumble 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 kind of 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 wasfor. 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 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 a 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 leaving the Mother 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. 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. {Anonymous}
God does work his wonders each
and every day
I hope you liked thee above inspiring
story... It really shows us that everything we do has a reward
... sometimes more of a reward than we had first thought.
"Friends are angels who lift us to our
feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
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