Don't drive when you are drunk.

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 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 afterall 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 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 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 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 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.

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