Post by Rhonda on Jan 24, 2006 22:16:28 GMT -5
the 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 kinda 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. 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.
Author Unknown
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 kinda 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. 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.
Author Unknown