The Doll and the Rose

I was in the shower thinking I would want to write or post something here.
noW..im still figuring out what to write about :P

im thinking this simple entry could (i didn't say would)
be seen or could be read by millions of people..or mabye just a hundred...or 50?
im thinking that at this very moment,
it could be that some people already IS reading some of the entries at this blog.

while im here, thinking many could be able to see my entry or post,
i would want to post something here, a story,
that i recieved through e-mail.
a story of a little boy, a doll and a rose.

..please take time to read this.

the Doll and the Rose...

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 who 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 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.
"What if we checked 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 heard me!''

"I a lso 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 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 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 exposed for people to
see and make last wishes 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, 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.

Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

The quote of the month is by Jay Leno:
"With hurricanes, tornados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks,"Are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?"

For those that prefer to think that God is not watching over us....go ahead and ignore this.
For the rest of us.....pass this on.

Life is God's gift to you.What you do with your life is your gift to God.
So what are you going to do with it ?




i hope it touched your heart as it did to me...
-brielle-