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The Doll and a White Rose
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 kinda 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 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 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 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 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 was 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'd 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 sister."
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 the
Mother was 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.