[mit-ac6] plz read ....nakakatouch yung story....about the boy & the doll
- From: "CrAshOvErDriVe" <homie_29@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: mit-ac6@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Thu, 14 Nov 2002 23:51:15 -0600
A good reminder : "Take time to appreciate what you have now."
> > >
> > > On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the
supermarket
> > > to buy the remaining of the gift I didn't manage to buy earlier.
> > >
> > > When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself,
"It
> > > is going to take forever here and I still have so many other place
to
> > > go. Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year.
> > > How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up
after
> > > it..."
> > >
> > > Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started
to
> > > curse the prices, wondering if after all kids really play with such
> > > expensive toys.
> > >
> > > While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5
> years
> > > old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the
hair
> of
> > > the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who was this doll for. 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 it that you don't have enough money
to
> > > buy this doll, my dear."
> > >
> > > Then she asked him to stay here 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 started to walk toward him and I asked him who did he
want
> to
> > > give this doll to.
> > >
> > > "It is 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,
> afterall,
> > > and not to worry.
> > >
> > > But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can not bring it to
her
> > > where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she
can
> > > give
> > > it
> > > to her when she goes there."
> > >
> > > His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be
with
> > > God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I
> thought
> > > that she could bring 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
mummy
> > > not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I come back from the
> > > supermarket."
> > >
> > > Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing.
He
> > > then told me, "I also want mummy to take this photo with her so
that
> > > she will not forget me."
> > >
> > > "I love my mummy 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 took a few notes and said to
the
> > > boy, "What if we checked again, just in case if you 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 mummy
> > > can give it to my sister. He heard me."
> > >
> > > "I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my
mummy,
> > > but I didn't dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy
> > > the doll and the white rose."
> > >
> > > "You know, my mummy loves white rose."
> > >
> > > A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my
> trolley.
> > >
> > > 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 2 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
> > > get out of 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 and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I
> went
> > > to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for
> people
> > > to see and make last wish before 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 crying, feeling that my life had been changed
> forever.
> > >
> > > The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is
> > > still, to that day, hard to imagine.
> > >
> > > And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away
> from
> > > > him.
> > >
> > >
> > > Now you have 2 choices:
> > > 1) Send this message to everybody that you know; or
> > > 2) Delete it and do as if it never touched your heart.
> > >
> > > If you send this message, maybe you will help prevent someone drunk
> > > to go driving.
> > >
> > > "FRIENDS ARE LIKE ANGEL, WHO HELP US FLY WHEN OUR WINGS HAVE
FORGOTTEN
> > > HOW
> > > TO
> > > FLY."
> > >
"Love is a fallacy. And that's a fact." ~~ Anonymous
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