Fwd: FW: touching story

June 17, 2008

Nice story - something to think about.

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Sandip Katna

Tuesday, June 17, 2008 11:51 AM

touching story

This is a very touching story. Read it and pass it on to others.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this

little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, '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 just 5 minutes while she went to

look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would 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 there.'

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 nearly stopped.

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 mall.'

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. 'Suppose we check

again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to

his with out 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 last night before I went to

sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so

that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''

'I 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 returned 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 news paper article two days ago, which

mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young

woman 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-sustaining machine, because the young woman 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 news

paper that the young woman 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 exposed for

people to see and make last wishes before her 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, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed

for ever.. The love that the 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.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message, or

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

For those who prefer to think that God is not watching over us.... go

ahead and delete this. For the rest of us... pass this on.

The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in

what they are capable of receiving...repost it as a story that touches

your heart.

With warm regards

Katna

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