GRAB THE KLEENEX-YOU'LL NEED IT!

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Subject: GRAB THE KLEENEX--YOU'LL NEED IT!

> 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

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 after all 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 toward him and I asked him 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 Clause would bring it to her.'

> >

> >I replied to him that maybe Santa Clause 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 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 you 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 drunken man had taken all this

> >away from him.

> >

> >Now you have 2 choices:

> >

> >1) Send this message to everybody that you know.

> >2) Or delete it and do as if it never touched your heart. If

> >you send this message, maybe you will help prevent someone drunk to

> >go driving.

> >

> >

> >FRIENDS ARE LIKE ANGELS, WHO HELP US FLY WHEN OUR WINGS HAVE

FORGOTTEN

>

> >HOW TO FLY.