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Ok, glad to hear from you LadyEye, maybe do some chating tommorrow. Signing out. Goodnight, yes I am the boss now, the more you post the higher you go.
Oh ok costume lady, just don't be caught "flooding the forum"
:)
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Ladies....nothing so difficult so late at night...mi poor overworked brain may burst with math quizzes....pulse my brains been on vacation since Bills last quiz....I'll have tea or coffee thank you...milk and one lump of sugar please?
Well costume lady this is not a joke ... I guarantee this will make you and everyone who reads this shed some tears ..... (sorry about the copy and paste job, its from an email and anyway)
A Story That Will Touch Your Heart
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
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
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.
FRIENDS ARE LIKE ANGELS, WHO HELP US FLY WHEN OUR WINGS
HAVE
FORGOTTEN HOW TO FLY.
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LADY EYE
You should put your email on your profile page, for I have been waiting to email you a "Private" reply to your post about setting up Proxy accounts at VH.....(didn't want to email to your Hockey site...).... I have a plane to catch....
....nothing so difficult so late at night...mi poor overworked brain may burst with math quizzes....pulse my brains been on vacation since Bills last quiz....
Beezie.. do you see now how privilaged I am not to have any brains at all..?? Nothing will ever burst in my head.. lol
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