a good ,and sad, read

Sgt>Stackem · **a good ,and sad, read -** 12-11-2002, 01:12 PM

It was the night 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 the 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
this doll was 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 he wanted 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 says that Mommy 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 mommy 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 mommy to take this photo with her so that she
will
not forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I
wish she doesn't have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to
be
with my 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 have enough money to buy this
doll so
that mommy can give it to my sister.
He heard me' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose
for
my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask
God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white
rose.' 'You know, my mommy loves white roses'

A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left. 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 come 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 for people to see and make a last wish 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 this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a
second, a drunken driver had taken all this away from him.

SoLiDUS · 12-11-2002, 01:58 PM

Yep.

Sad shit but it's not going to stop retards from drinking and driving...

hake:

Innoxx · 12-11-2002, 02:02 PM

That's sad. cry:

descry · 12-11-2002, 02:18 PM

As if you took the time to write that. To lazy to read, make a summary of it.

Innoxx · 12-11-2002, 02:22 PM

Go fuck yourself coublacka you ignorant lazy fuckwit.

descry · 12-11-2002, 02:26 PM

lol, i would if i could, but id much rather use SoLiDuS sister

Tripper · 12-11-2002, 02:26 PM

[quote:46ca9]As if you took the time to write that. To lazy to read, make a summary of it. [/quote:46ca9]

Go get fucked up your stupid ass by six-cocks you fucking tard.

You are now my bitch.

YOU were the one who complained about getting caught for drunk-driving!

You should pay attention to the meaning of this story.

You Fucking Bitch.

[DAS REICH] Blitz · 12-11-2002, 02:32 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Tripper

[quote:d291a]As if you took the time to write that. To lazy to read, make a summary of it.

Go get fucked up your stupid ass by six-cocks you fucking tard.

You are now my bitch.

YOU were the one who complained about getting caught for drunk-driving!

You should pay attention to the meaning of this story.

You Fucking Bitch.[/quote:d291a]

wow, though to many curse words for my taste,i have to agree with Tripper, you really have no compassion CoUbLaCk, i pity you for that.

descry · 12-11-2002, 02:34 PM

Are you talking?

Tripper · 12-11-2002, 02:45 PM

[quote:9b720]Are you talking? [/quote:9b720]

No, I'm typing, Skippy.

Innoxx · 12-11-2002, 02:47 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by CoUbLaCkA

Are you talking?

OMG, you made me so hot with that reply, let's go rent a hotel room, I want to have naked time with you.

Sgt>Stackem · 12-11-2002, 02:50 PM

I am not the author, I just saw it elsewhere and copied and pasted.
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Vance · 12-11-2002, 03:24 PM

Fuxing pissass drunk drivers.....

Captain Bunny · 12-11-2002, 07:43 PM

it had a good beginning, then they started talking about god, but then they stopped talking about god and it was good again.

Vance · 12-11-2002, 08:25 PM

[quote="Captain Bunny":a55a2]it had a good beginning, then they started talking about god, but then they stopped talking about god and it was good again.[/quote:a55a2]
hake: