I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."
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 there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."
His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take 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 need her to wait until I come back from the mall."
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't 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 little sister."
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check
again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
"OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his with out 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 last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could 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 a white rose.''
"My mommy loves white roses."
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
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 news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young
woman 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-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her 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, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the 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 drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
boy- I missed u at school today, why weren't u there? girl- yeah, I had to go to the doctor. boy- oh really? Why? girl- oh nothing, annual shots, thats all. boy- oh girl- so what did we do in math today? boy- u didn't miss nothing that great.......just lots of notes girl- OK good boy- yeah girl- hey i have a question...... boy- OK, ask away girl-........how much do u love me? boy- u know i love u more than anything girl- yeah..... boy- why did u ask? girl-................>silence<.......... boy- is something wrong? girl- no nothing at all boy- good. girl- ..............how much do u care about me? boy- i would give u the world in a heartbeat if i could. girl- u would? boy- yeah.........of course i would >sounding worried< is there something wrong?? girl- no, everything' fine...... boy- are u sure? girl- yeah. boy- OK.......i hope so. girl- ..............would u die for me? boy- i would take a bullet for u any day, honey girl- really? boy- any day. now seriously, is there something wrong??? girl- no i'm fine, you're fine, we're fine, everyones fine. boy- ............OK girl......................well i have to go ill c u 2morrow at school. boy- alright, bye. I LOVE YOU. girl- yeah, i love u 2, bye. THAT NIGHT: -ring- -ring- -ring- girl- hello? boy- hey girl- oh, hi. boy- why weren't u at school 2day? girl- uh.......i had another doctor appointment. boy- are u sick? girl- ..................um i have 2 go, my mom's calling on my other line. boy- ill wait. girl- it may take a while, ill call u later. boy-........alright, i love u honey. very long pause< girl- (with tear in her eye) look, i think we should break up. boy- what??? girl- its the best thing for us right now. boy- why???? girl- i love u. click< THE GIRL DOESN'T COME TO SCHOOL FOR 3 MORE WEEKS, AND DOESN'T ANSWER HER PHONE. boy- hey dude friend- hey boy- whats up friend- nothing, hey have u talked 2 your ex lately? boy- no friend- so u didn't hear? boy- hear what? friend- um i don't know if i should be the one to tell u...... boy- dude, tell me friend- uh....call this number....433-555-3468 boy- OK............ BOY CALLS NUMBER AFTER SCHOOL -ring- -ring- -ring- voice- hello, suppam county hospital, this is nurse Beckam. boy- uh.......i must have the wrong number, i'm looking for my friend. voice- what is her name, sir? (boy gives info) voice- yes, this is the right number, she is one of our patients here. boy- really? why? what happened??? how is she??? voice- her room number is ..646, in building A, suite 3. boy- WHTA HAPPENED??!!!! voice- please come by sir and you can see her, goodbye. boy- WAIT! NO! *dial tone* BOY GOES TO HOSPITAL, AND TO ROOM ..646, BUILDING A, SUITE 3. GIRL IS LYING IN THE HOSPITAL BED. boy- oh my gosh are u OK?? girl- .................. boy- sweetie!! talk to me!! girl- i.......... boy- u what?? U WHAT??? girl- i have cancer and i'm on life support boy- .....................>breaks into tears<...................... girl- they're taking me off 2night boy- why?? girl- i wanted 2 tell u but i couldn't boy- y didn't u tell me???? girl- i didn't want 2 hurt u. boy- u could never hurt me girl- i just wanted 2 see if u felt about me as the same i felt bout u. boy- ? girl- i love u more than anything, i would give u the world in a heartbeat. i would die for you and take a bullet for you. boy- ........... girl- don't be sad, i love u and ill always be here w/u boy- then why'd u break up w/me? nurse- young man, visiting hours are over. BOY LEAVES, GIRL IS TAKEN OFF LIFE SUPPORT, AND DIES. but what the boy didn't know is that the girl only asked him those questions so she could hear him say it one last time, and she only broke up w/him because she knew she only had 3 more weeks to live, and thought it would cause him less pain and give him time to get over her before she died. NEXT DAY the boy is found dead with a gun in his hand..with a note in the other... THE NOTE SAID:i told her i would take a bullet for her....just like she said she would die for me... Copy and paste this if you cried at this story..If u don't u don't have a heart..
I'm laying in a cage I'm feeling scared and sad I've been here for a week I was left by my dad
I joined him as a puppy He fast became my friend He cared for me with love Said he'd love me to the end
Then my dad got older He found a new mate She really didn't like me Said I was out of date
They brought me here a week ago A lady took me at the desk She put me in this cage And left me with the rest
A whole week has passed I'm still here alone He hasn't come back He's left me all alone
The lady's coming to me Lifting me up She takes me to a table And says, "Good pup".
She's pulling out a needle It stings like a bee Now she is crying Saying bye to me
He left me here alone He stopped loving me He left me in a cage But now I'm free.
Don't abandon your pet. They love you, and will be loyal to you til the end. Shouldn't you do the same for them? If you love your pet, or cats and dogs at all, post this poem in your blog
My name is Becky I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up All the day long. When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight. Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall I try and hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door. He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor
My name is Becky And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me.
There are thousands of kids out there just like Becky. And you can help.
Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, cause you would have to be one heartless person to not be effected by this story. And because you are affected, do something about it!! So all I am asking you to do, is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society, and I pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.
Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know. Please put this on your site if you are *~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~* a little poem
