Grace in the Midst of Tragedy
I was walking around in a WalMart store, when I saw a cashier hand a
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.”
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 five
minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly.
The little boy kept holding the doll in his hand. I walked toward him and
I asked 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 that maybe Santa Claus would bring
it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he told 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 he continued: “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 himself where he was laughing. He 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 didn'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 without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some
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 of mind from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy
out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper 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 the encounter with the boy, I read in the newspaper 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 woman was for people to see and make last wishes before her
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 forever. 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.
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