Merry Christmas!
Is it just me or is everyone sometimes amazed at the fragility of life?
This is a true story, sent to me by Angie Johnson, it’s not a new story, was written by an American lady.
On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to kmart for last minute shopping.
Cursing the crush, I made my way to the toy section, and got started.
Straight away, I noticed a small boy, about 5 or 6 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He was distraught 'Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?' The old lady just shook her head sadly and wandered away.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Intrigued, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wanted
to give the doll to.
‘My sister,’ he said ‘It’s the doll she wanted Santa to bring.'
‘Maybe he will bring it,’ I said, telling him not to worry.
'No, Santa can’t take it where she is now, I have to give the doll to Mummy so she can take it…….My sister’s gone to heaven. Daddy says Mummy will also go to see God soon too’. My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mummy
not to go yet. I want her to wait until I came back from shopping.’
I was devastated, he talked and talked about how he loved his mum but his Dad said Mummy had to go and look after his sister.
I took out my wallet and gave him some money….I told him to tell grandma I wanted to buy the doll for his sister.
When I got home I remembered a news story from 2 days ago, which
mentioned a drunk driver who hit a car, carrying a young mother and her little girl. The child had died instantly…the woman was clinging to life support.
Two days later, I read that the woman in the accident had passed away. I couldn’t stop myself, I had to know if she was the mother of my little friend. I bought a bunch of flowers and went to the funeral parlour.
There she was, in an open casket, with the photo of the little boy and the doll I had bought placed over her chest. I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever.
This is a true story, sent to me by Angie Johnson, it’s not a new story, was written by an American lady.
On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to kmart for last minute shopping.
Cursing the crush, I made my way to the toy section, and got started.
Straight away, I noticed a small boy, about 5 or 6 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He was distraught 'Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?' The old lady just shook her head sadly and wandered away.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Intrigued, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wanted
to give the doll to.
‘My sister,’ he said ‘It’s the doll she wanted Santa to bring.'
‘Maybe he will bring it,’ I said, telling him not to worry.
'No, Santa can’t take it where she is now, I have to give the doll to Mummy so she can take it…….My sister’s gone to heaven. Daddy says Mummy will also go to see God soon too’. My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mummy
not to go yet. I want her to wait until I came back from shopping.’
I was devastated, he talked and talked about how he loved his mum but his Dad said Mummy had to go and look after his sister.
I took out my wallet and gave him some money….I told him to tell grandma I wanted to buy the doll for his sister.
When I got home I remembered a news story from 2 days ago, which
mentioned a drunk driver who hit a car, carrying a young mother and her little girl. The child had died instantly…the woman was clinging to life support.
Two days later, I read that the woman in the accident had passed away. I couldn’t stop myself, I had to know if she was the mother of my little friend. I bought a bunch of flowers and went to the funeral parlour.
There she was, in an open casket, with the photo of the little boy and the doll I had bought placed over her chest. I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever.
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