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[sgblueberry]

On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket

to buy the 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 was over.

I started to curse the prices, wondering if 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 towards him and asked 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 say that Mummy 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 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.

I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few bills and said to the

boy. What if we checked again, just in case if u 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 dare

to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white

rose.' 'You know, my mummy loves white roses

A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my

trolley. 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 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 in mind, 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.

[tic-toc]

Your account was so well written and with so much poignancy, I wonder if it was extracted from the emails that we often find circulating in our mailbox.

If it is your real personal experience, I admire your sensitivity and would also like to extol you for making the world a better place. Wish there were more people like you. :thumb:

[sgblueberry]

Your account was so well written and with so much poignancy, I wonder if it was extracted from the emails that we often find circulating in our mailbox.

If it is your real personal experience, I admire your sensitivity and would also like to extol you for making the world a better place. Wish there were more people like you. :thumb:

No, this is not my account....received from email through a friend and find it very meaningful and thus post to share

[tic-toc]

anyway, thks for sharing !

[worldangel]

Well, you are right. It's a very good write-up and sad story. Thanks for sharing too.

[HIV+]

Thanks SBB, I guess it motivate me more to stay alive.I am lucky as I still have lots of time to do the things I want.I will not give up finding that special guy

[sgblueberry]

Thanks SBB, I guess it motivate me more to stay alive.I am lucky as I still have lots of time to do the things I want.I will not give up finding that special guy

That's the spirit...... :thumb:

[sgblueberry]

Clay Balls

A man was exploring caves by the seashore. In one of the caves he found a

canvas bag with a bunch of hardened clay balls. It was like someone had

rolled clay balls and left them out in the sun to bake.

They didn't look like much, but they intrigued the man, so he took the bag

out of the cave with him. As he strolled along the beach, he would throw

the clay balls one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could.

He thought little about it, until he dropped one of the clay balls and it

cracked open on a rock. Inside was a beautiful, precious stone!

Excited, the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls.

Each contained a similar treasure. He found thousands of dollars worth of

jewels in the 20 or so clay balls he had left. Then it struck him.

He had been on the beach a long time. He had thrown maybe 50 or 60 of the

clay balls with their hidden treasure into the ocean waves.

Instead of thousands of dollars in treasure, he could have taken home tens

of thousands, but he had just thrown it away!

It's like that with people. We look at someone, maybe even ourselves, and

we see the external clay vessel. It doesn't look like much from the

outside. It isn't always beautiful or sparkling, so we discount it.

We see that person as less important than someone more beautiful or

stylish or well known or wealthy But we have not taken the time to find

the treasure hidden inside that person.

There is a treasure in each and every one of us. If we take the time to

get to know that person, and if we ask God to show us that person the way

He sees them, then the clay begins to peel away and the brilliant gem

begins to shine forth.

May we not come to the end of our lives and find out that we have thrown

away a fortune in friendships because the gems were hidden in bits of

clay. May we see the people in our world as God sees them.

I am so blessed by the gems of friendship I have with each of you.

Thank you for looking beyond my clay vessel.

[sgblueberry]

In April, Maya Angelou was interviewed by Oprah on her 70+ birthday.

Oprah asked her what she thought of growing older.

And, there on television, she said it was "exciting." Regarding body changes, she said there were many, occurring every day...like her breasts..

They seem to be in a race to see which will reach her waist, first.

The audience laughed so hard they cried. She is such a simple and honest woman, with so much wisdom in her words!

Maya Angelou said this:

"I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow."

"I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights."

"I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life."

"I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as "making a life."

"I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance."

"I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back."

"I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision."

"I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one."

"I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone.

People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back."

"I've learned that I still have a lot to learn."

"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."