White Roses...

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 had so much to do. Christmas was > > >becoming > > >>> such > > >>> a drag. I kinda wished that I could just sleep through it. > > >>> > > >>> But I hurried through the crowd to the toy department and I mumbled >to > > >>> myself > > >>> at the prices of 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 held her so gently. I wondered who the doll was for. I watched >the > > >boy > > >>> turn to a woman he called auntie 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." Then she ask the little boy to stay put and wait for > > her > > a > > >>> few > > >>> minutes. Then she hurried off. > > >>> > > >>> The boy continued to hold the doll. Finally, I asked him who the >doll > > was > > >>> for. > > >>> He said, "It is the doll my sister wanted real bad for > > >>> Christmas. She was sure Santa would bring it." I told him that maybe > > >Santa > > >>> would. He said "No, Santa can't go where my sister is now... 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 > > >>> be > > >>> with Jesus soon too and she can take the doll with her to give to my > > >>> sister." > > >>> > > >>> 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 showed me a > > picture > > >>> of > > >>> himself taken in the store, holding the doll. > > >>> > > >>> He said "I want my Mamma to take this with her too so she don't ever > > >>> forget me. > > >>> I love my Mama and I wish she did not have to leave me. But Daddy >says > > >she > > >>> has > > >>> to go be with my sister." > > >>> > > >>> The little boy lowered his head and had grew very quiet. I reached > > into > > >my > > >>> purse and pulled out a handful of bills then asked the little > > >>> boy, "Shall we count your money one more time?" "Ok", he said "I >just > > >have > > >>> to > > >>> have enough". > > >>> > > >>> I slipped my money in with his and we began to count it. There was > > plenty > > >>> for > > >>> the doll and even more. Softly the boy said, "Thank you > > >>> Jesus for giving me enough money." > > >>> > > >>> Then he looked at me and said "I was just asking 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 enough money to buy my Mama a white rose too but >I > > >>> didn't > > >>> dare ask Him. Then He gave me enough to buy the doll and a rose for >my > > >>> Mama. > > >>> You know, my Mama 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. I remembered a story I had > > seen > > >>> in > > >>> the newspaper several days earlier about a drunk driver hitting a >car > > and > > >>> killing a little girl. The Mother was in critical condition. The > > family > > >>> was > > >>> deciding on whether to remove the life support. Could this be the > > little > > >>> boy's > > >>> sister and mother? > > >>> > > >>> Two days later I read in the paper that the family had disconnected > > the > > >>> life > > >>> support and the young woman had died. I could not forget the little > > boy. > > >>> Finally, 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 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 his life apart.

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