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From: "Lisa BEE" <>
Subject: [PaCambri] A child's love.
Date: Sun, 9 Dec 2001 19:40:54 -0500

As soon as I read this I just had to send it out. It gives us an important
responsibility for all those we love and care for.

Christmas Story
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 I 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, when a woman
checked on him, and calling his aunt by name, the little boy 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,&#8221; 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 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.

If you choose to pass it along maybe just maybe it will reach the heart of
someone who will choose not to drive while drinking and save another family

from a tragedy like this.

"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble
remembering how to fly.

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