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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 atthe 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 beating. Then the boy looked at me again and said,
"I told my Daddy to tell Mama not to go. 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 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 ahandful 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 aked 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 to 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


 
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