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            <title>Kishagraves_1 blog reposted here</title>
            <link>http://en.netlog.com/rayaschild/blog/blogid=225961</link>
            <description>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family means a lot&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 28 November 2006 at 18:47 &lt;br /&gt;I was walking around in a store. I saw a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cashier hand this little boy his money back saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this doll.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the little boy turned to the old woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough money?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady replied: ''You know that you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked him to stay there for 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minutes while she went to look around. She left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy was still holding the doll in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who he wished to give this doll to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;It's the doll that my sister loved most and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claus would bring it to her.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring it to her after all, and not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he replied to me sadly. &amp;quot;No, Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister when she goes there.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were so sad while saying this. &amp;quot;My&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought that she could take the doll with her to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give it to my sister.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart nearly stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy looked up at me and said: &amp;quot;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to wait until I come back from the mall.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he showed me a very nice photo of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where he was laughing. He then told me &amp;quot;I want mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my little sister.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked again at the doll with sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyes, very quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly reached for my wallet and said to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy. &amp;quot;What if we checked again, just in case you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do have enough money?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;OK&amp;quot; he said &amp;quot;I hope that I have enough.&amp;quot; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;added some of my money to his without him seeing and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started to count it. There was enough for the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doll and even some spare money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy said: &amp;quot;Thank you God for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giving me enough money!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked at me and added &amp;quot;I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough money to buy this doll so that mommy can give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it to my sister. He heard me!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I also wanted to have enough money to buy a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doll and a white rose.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;My mommy loves white roses.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, the old lady came again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I left with my basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my shopping in a totally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered a local newspaper article&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck, who hit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a car, where there was one young lady and a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl died right away, and the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother was left in a critical state. The family had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to decide whether to pull the plug on the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life-assisting machine, because the young lady would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not be able to recover from the coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this the family of the little boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days after this encounter with the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady had passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of white roses and I went to the funeral home where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the body of the young woman was exposed for people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to see and make last wishes before burial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was there, in her coffin, holding a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life had been changed forever. The love that this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little boy had for his mother and his sister is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you have 2 choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Repost this message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do this for Kisha!!  that it may also inspire another ...  &lt;img class=&quot;smiley&quot; src=&quot;http://v.netlogstatic.com/v4.00/2456//s/i/smilies/biggrin.gif&quot; alt=&quot;:)&quot; /&gt;</description>
            <author>rayaschild</author>
            <pubDate>Sun, 03 Dec 2006 02:55:18 UT</pubDate>
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            <title>re: my profile pic</title>
            <link>http://en.netlog.com/rayaschild/blog/blogid=140004</link>
            <description>Don't be too diappointed ... I just thought that she was awesome in the LOTRs ... and so you know she ssoo isn't me.  Hahaha! &lt;img class=&quot;smiley&quot; src=&quot;http://v.netlogstatic.com/v4.00/2456//s/i/smilies/unsure.gif&quot; alt=&quot;:)&quot; /&gt;  I liked the idea that she knew no fear ...</description>
            <author>rayaschild</author>
            <pubDate>Thu, 09 Nov 2006 03:52:33 UT</pubDate>
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