~*The Doll And AWhite Rose*~
I hurried into the local department store to grab some last
minute Christmas gifts. I looked at all the people and
grumbled to myself. I would be in here forever and I just had so
much to do. Christmas was beginning to become
such a drag. I kinda wished that I could just sleep through
Christmas. But I hurried the best I could through
all the people to the toy department. Once again I kind
of mumbled to myself at the prices of all these toys. And
wondered if the grandkids would even play with them.
I found myself in the doll aisle Out of the corner of my eye
I saw a little boy about 5 years old holding a lovely
doll. He kept touching her hair and he held her so
gently. I could not seem to help myself. I just kept
looking over at the little boy and wondered who the doll was for.
I watched him turn to a woman, and he called his aunt by
name and asked, "Are you sure I don't have enough money?"
She replied a bit impatiently, "You know that you don't have
enough money for it." The aunt told the little boy not to go
anywhere; that she had to go get some other things and
would be back in a few minutes. And then she left the
aisle. The boy continued to hold the doll. After a bit
I asked the boy who the doll was for. He said,
"It is the doll my sister wanted so badly for Christmas.
She just knew that Santa would bring it." I
told him that maybe Santa was going to bring it. He said,
"No, Santa can't go where my sister is...I have to give the
doll to my Mama to take to her." I asked him where his
sister was. He looked at me with the saddest eyes and
said, "She is gone to be with Jesus." My Daddy says
that Mama is going to have to go be with her.
My heart nearly stopped beating. Then the boy
looked at me again and said, "I told my Daddy to tell Mama
not to go yet. I told him to tell her to wait til I got back from
the store." Then he asked me if I wanted to see his picture.
I told him I would love to. He pulled out some pictures he'd
had taken at the front of the store. He said "I want my Mama
to take this with her so she don't ever forget me. I love my
Mama so very much and I wish she did not have to leave
me. But Daddy says she will need to be with my sister."
I saw that the little boy had lowered his head and had
grown so very quiet. While he was not looking, I reached
into my purse and pulled out a handful of bills. I asked the
little boy, "Shall we count that money one more time?"
He grew excited and said, "Yes, I just know it
has to be enough!" So I slipped my money in with his
and we began to count it. Of course it was plenty for the
doll. He softly said, "Thank you Jesus for giving me enough
money." Then the boy said, "I just asked Jesus to give me
enough money to buy this doll so Mama can take it with her
to give to my sister. And he heard my prayer. I wanted to ask
him for enough to buy my Mama a white rose,
but I didn't ask him. But he gave me enough to buy the doll
and a rosefor my Mama. She loves white roses so very,
very much." In a few minutes the aunt came back,
and I wheeled my cart away. I could not keep from
thinking about the little boy as I finished my shopping
in a totally different spirit than when I had started. And I kept
remembering a story I had seen in the newspaper
several days earlier about a drunk driver hitting a car and
killing a little girl, and that the mother was in serious
condition. The family was deciding on whether to
remove the life support. Now, surely this little boy
did not belong with that story. Two days later, I read
in the paper that the family had disconnected the life
support and the young woman had died. I could not
forget the little boy, and just kept wondering if the two
were somehow connected. Later that day, I could not
help myself, and I went out and bought some white
roses and took them to the funeral home where the young
woman lay. And there she was, holding a lovely white rose,
the beautiful doll, and the picture of the little boy
in the store. I left there in tears, my life changed forever.
The love that little boy had for his little sister and his
mother was overwhelming. And in a split second a drunk
driver had ripped the life of that little boy to pieces.

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