Dear Friends,……
> > >A beautiful story that’ll truly touch you …
> > >A Touching Christmas Story
> > >
> > >On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the
> > >supermarket to buy the gifts 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
> > >places 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
> > >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 this doll was 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 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 towards him and asked who he wanted 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, after
>all,
> > >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 say
> > >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 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 yo u 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
>whenI
> > >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
