White Roses
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 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 said, "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 Mamma
to take to her." I asked him where his sister was.
He looked at me with the saddest eyes and said
"She has gone to be with Jesus." My Daddy says
that Mama is going to have to go be with her.
My heart nearly stopped. He said, I told my
Daddy to tell Mama not to go yet. I told
him to tell her to wait till 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 Mamma 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 rose for 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 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 where 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
was. 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.
Author Unknown
This holiday season if your out on the roads.....
PLEASE DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE!!!
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