A good reminder : take time to appreciate
 what you have  now.
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 On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to
 the supermarket to buy the remaining gifts I
 didn't manage to buy earlier.
 
 When I saw all the people there, I started to complain
 to myself: '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 play with 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 maybe 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 say 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 supermarket'
 
 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 didn'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 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 had 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 totally 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 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 wishes before burial.
  
 She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful
 white rose in 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.
  
 
Take a hint from
Mr. Muggs

Say NO !! to drinking
and driving , and be smart
and say NO!!
To drugs.


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