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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 grand kids 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 age five 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 has 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 is 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.
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 ripped the life of that little boy to pieces.

Friends, there are "Angels" who lift us to our feet when our
 wings have trouble remembering how to fly."


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