Lady Shares Touching Story of a Young Boy who Changed her Life Forever – Must Read

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Anonymous Lady has this touching story to share, see story below:

I was walking around in a
supermarket when i saw a cashier hand this little boy his
money back, the boy 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.”The
little boy turned to the old woman next
to him,”Granny, are you sure I don’t
have enough money?”She
replied,”You know that you don’t
have enough money to buy this
doll, my dear.”Then she asked him
to stay there for just 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 Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would
bring it to her.’I replied to
him that maybe Santa Claus would 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
himself. 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 didn’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 mommy could
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
returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in
a totally different state of mind
from when I started. I couldn’t get
the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper
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
newspaper 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
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 of
these away from him.


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