this story is dedicated to: Beebuddy. because she sent this to me, and i read it. when i was done i had teary eyes and a broken heart, so please read on....

One reason for not drinking and driving..........
Especially during holiday seasons!

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.''

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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 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 m entioned 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...