The Doll and a White 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 kind of 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 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 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.
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