Dear Friends:

A Very very touching story to share. Though it is rather long,

but it is worthed your while..........

hmmm... guess whenever we are too caught up with our own lives,like whatever that isn ' t going our way... we should take a step back to reflect upon the larger picture & see the world in a more beautiful light & realise that there is so much more to living .

On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the remaining of the gift 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 place 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 pensive toys.

While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who was this doll for.

The 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 it 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 towards 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 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 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 quickly reached for my wallet

and took a few notes and said to the boy.

What if we checked again,

just in case if 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 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 ask God too much. But he gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose. You know, my mummy loves white rose. "

Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned

of 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 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 that day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices;

1) Send this message to everybody that you know.

2) Or delete it and do as if it never touched your heart.

If you send this message, maybe you will help prevent

someone drunk to go driving. Friends are like angels, who help us fly when our wings have forgotten how to fly.

Oh man, you've torn me up. Guess you have the same feelings for kids that I do. It breaks my heart to see them hurting in any way.

Yes I do dexlowe2004. One thing that sticks out in my mind 3 or 4yrs ago at the siam stop BTS skytrain stop I walked past a little child of about 2 to 3yrs playing with a straw,

I think she should been begging for money but was playing as kids do at that age so instead of going back and putting 10Bht into the pastic cup, I bought 2 cans of coke and sat down with her, she wouldnt open it as I think nobody passing her by as ever gave her such a thing other than money,

well she started to drink after I opened it with a little smile and a Kop Khun Kha. I felt great all weekend after that. So many of us pass these children by not even noticing they are there, but at the end of the day they are only children, that we were once.

how sad... but well everyone have to go to the same place one day... but its more sad when I think how innocent, how love, how lost a little boy wass .... waaah ... sometime this world is a bit too cruel..

Y__Y !!!!