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The Doll and a White Rose

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>From: "sweetsherri jane" <sweetsherrijane@hotmail.com>
>To: sundbergusa@netscape.net, dlwood@wp2.inetplus.net, rchandler@visi.net,
>        jamesr38@yahoo.com, janabanana33@hotmail.com, JILLHACKER@aol.com,
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>        heyheypaula@usol.com, PTMDavis@aol.com
>Subject: The Doll and a White Rose
>Date: Sun, 12 Dec 1999 19:15:58 EST
>The Doll and a 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
>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
>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. And 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.  You now have the choice,you can:
>1)  pass this on to your friends;
>2)  delete it and act like it didn't
>     touch your heart.
>"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet
>  when our wings have trouble
>  remembering how to fly.
> >>
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