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The Doll and
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, 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 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."
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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, but He must have known because He gave me
enough to buy the doll and a rose for my Mama."
"She loves white roses so very, very much".
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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. 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 leaving the Mother 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, 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.
In a split second a drunk driver had
ripped the life of that little boy to pieces.
*This was sent to me as a chain letter*
***Author Unknown***

May the
true meaning of Christmas fill your home with love, fill
your heart with joy, and touch your life in beautiful
ways through the year
ahead.

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