scouts-l Mail Archive for November of 1999: FW: A story that should have never happened
David Haley (dlhaley@BELLSOUTH.NET
Thu Nov 25 1999 - 15:36:18 CST
From: Rhoderick Jeffrey D TSgt
Sent: Wednesday, November 24, 1999 11:02 AM
Subject: FW: A story that should have never happened
Let us all please consider safety over the up-coming holidays........
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 kind a 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 whom 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 whom
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 to her."
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
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 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 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 and family
2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart
3) Choose not to drink and drive so this NEVER happens again!!!!
New Year's Eve and all the millennium parties will be coming up.
Be responsible if you plan to "party!"
Torrey L. Glass, SSgt, USAF
NCOIC, Physical/Industrial Security
10th Intelligence Squadron
Langley AFB VA 23665-2108
Comm (757)764-4979, DSN 574-4979