rayaschild
female - 47 years, Tamaki Makaurau, New Zealand
Blog / Kishagraves_1 blog reposted here
Saturday, 2 December 2006 at 16:55
GOD this is one of the most beautiful pieces of writing I have read for some time ... it inspires me to do better, be better, love better.
Family means a lot
Tuesday, 28 November 2006 at 18:47
I was walking around in a store. I saw a
cashier hand this little boy his money back saying
"I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy
this doll."
Then the little boy turned to the old woman
next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have
enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you
don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for 5
minutes while she went to look around. She left
quickly.
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 for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa
Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will
bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus
can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to
give the doll to my mommy 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 mommy 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 mommy
to take my picture with her so she won't forget me."
"I love my mommy 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. "What if we checked again, just in case you
do have enough money?''
"OK" he said "I hope that I 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
yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have
enough money to buy this doll so that mommy can give
it to my sister. He heard me!''
"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a
white rose for my mommy, 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 mommy loves white roses."
A few minutes later, the old lady came again
and I left with my basket.
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 newspaper article
2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck, who hit
a car, where there was one young lady 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-assisting machine, because the young lady 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 newspaper that the young
lady 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 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 this
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.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message.
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
I wanted to do this for Kisha!! that it may also inspire another ... 
Comments 19 Sort comments:
Trevor Crazyone (Monday, 1 October 2007 at 20:50)
Hi just read the story was very touching. Almost had me in tears.
stephen carter (Sunday, 9 September 2007 at 21:08)
tht told him
welcome to big shit stirrer
Saphire (Sunday, 9 September 2007 at 10:30)
WARNING to any woman who knows this guy ... keep your wallets / bank accounts closed ladies cause he is very good and NOT to be trusted ... I know someone who has been hurt by his lies and he is worried now ... Hello Charlie u know the truth and so DO I ...
Charlie Raymonds (Friday, 7 September 2007 at 05:19)
I dont know you. dont send me anymore more messages bitch.
Ray (Monday, 30 July 2007 at 08:39)
I read this on a US site. It is sad and moving but it also raises questions about, The car parks at pubs and clubs 4 the sober drivers, yeer right!
The drink is as innocent as the victims its the people that make the choice.
Sadly some never care 4 the consequence of their actions.
It is touching that the boy has no anger because of his faith.
So many people from so many cultures have been put 2 death in the name of the same faith by adults
How many strangers would have that much compassion when they are usually in a rush 2 their own needs and their own end.
Paula Nunes (Wednesday, 30 May 2007 at 01:13)
I just read this very good and so true and agree with the comm from Zinnglanz6
eloi es (Tuesday, 24 April 2007 at 22:03)
Shell (Sunday, 22 April 2007 at 22:55)
A very touching story
tony mcallister (Saturday, 21 April 2007 at 07:21)
Hi!....it was great to chat to you too...
...hope i see you around again soon.....
....ciao!
Harry Forrester (Saturday, 31 March 2007 at 06:21)
thank you for your comments, I appreciate them. Yes life is for living and the best way to enjoy it is to go out there and see what it has to offer. I believe people of similar ideals find ways of getting together and sharing what it is that makes them happy and in turn others happy. To be able to bring a smile is a reward on its own.
Have a nice day,
Harry
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