Laughter All The Way….

Touching Story……!!!

Posted by @ B H i on August 20, 2006

A touching story and
A good reminder: “Take time to appreciate what you
have now.” –Dont miss reading this one

On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to
the supermarket to buy the remaining of the gift I
didn’t manage to buy earlier.

When I saw all the people there, I started to complain
tomyself,”It is going to take forever here and I still
have so many other places to go.
Christmas really is getting more and more annoying
every year.How I wish I could just lie down, go to
sleep and only wake up after it…”
Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and
there I started to curse the prices, wondering if
after all kids really playwith such expensive toys.

While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small
boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his
chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and
looked so sad. I wondered who was this doll for. 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 here 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 started to walk toward him and I asked him
who did he want to give this doll to.
“It is 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 may be Santa Claus will bring it
to her, after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. “No, Santa Claus can not
bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the
doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when
she goes there.”His eyes were so sad while saying
this. “My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says
that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I
thought that she could bring 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 mummy not to go
yet. I asked him to wait until I come back from the
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he
was laughing. He then told me, “I also want mummy to
take this photo with her so that she will not forget
me.” I love my mummy 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 took a few
notes and said to the boy, “What if we checked again,
just in case if you 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 mummy can give it to my
sister. He heard me.” “I also wanted to have enough
money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn’t
dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy
the doll and the white rose.”

“You know, my mummy loves white rose.”

A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I
left with my trolley. I finished my shopping in a
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
get out of 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 and went to buy a bunch of
white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body
of the young woman was exposed for people to see and
make last wish before burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful
white rosein her hand with the photo of the little boy
and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been
changed forever. The love that this little boy had for
his mother and his sister is still, to that day, hard
to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man
had taken all this away from him.


4 Responses to “Touching Story……!!!”

  1. **char** said

    THE most tuching story iv read yet 😥

  2. Monish Kumar said

    Absolutely out of the world….really touching…this perhaps cud be the best example of how true and pure love cud be…

  3. retro said

    Hard to believe Christmas is already around the corner. I am ready for some Thanksgiving turkey though.

  4. xxbaybeegal said

    that is so sad is that real

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