White Roses

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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 kind of 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 grand kids would even play with them. I found myself in the doll aisle.

Out the corner of my eye I saw a little boy about five 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 donít have enough money? She replied a bit impatiently you know you that you donít have enough money for it.

The aunt told the little boy not to go anywhere that she had to go to 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 maybe Santa was going to bring it. He said no, Santa canít go where my sister is...I have to give the doll to my momma to take with 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 mamma 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 daddy to tell momma 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 some pictures heíd had taken at the front of the store. He said I want mamma to take this with her so she donít ever forget me. I love my momma 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 grown so very quiet. While he was not looking I reached in my purse and pulled 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 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 didnít ask him, but he gave me enough to buy the doll and a rose for 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 that little boy as I finished my shopping in a total 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 whether to remove the life support.

Now surely this little boy did not belong to 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.

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 one pass this on to your friends or two delete it and act like it didnít touch your heart. Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.