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This story touched me.

Discussion in 'Mahusiano, mapenzi, urafiki' started by Timor, Feb 12, 2010.

  1. Timor

    Timor Member

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    I was shopping around in a Big Bazaar store when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy who couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

    The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked:

    ''Aunt, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

    I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.''

    The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

    Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

    "It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much . I wanted to give her for her BIRTHDAY."

    "I have to give the doll to my mummy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'

    His eyes were so sad while saying this..

    "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take 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 need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'

    Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me

    'I want mummy to take my picture with her so
    my sister won't 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 said to the boy.

    'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
    'OK' he said, 'I hope I do 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 last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mummy
    could 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 for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mummy loves white roses.'

    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 news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman 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-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

    Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as I
    bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last
    wishes before her 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, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.

    The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him..

    For those who prefer to think that God is not watching over us, ... go ahead . For the rest of us, ... pass this on.

    Moral of Story;The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in what they are capable of receiving.
  2. Pearl

    Pearl JF-Expert Member

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    [​IMG]it has touched my life in a number of way and left a million questions in my heart,am passing a white rose to,my condolency
  3. Kituko

    Kituko JF-Expert Member

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    so sad
  4. Jeni

    Jeni Senior Member

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    Thanks Timo
  5. Lily Flower

    Lily Flower JF-Expert Member

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    Terribly very sad and touching story.
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    Pape JF-Expert Member

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  7. FirstLady1

    FirstLady1 JF-Expert Member

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    thanx timor