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		<title>Touching email</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 15:11:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I got this in an email. Does not matter if it is true&#8230; Three Things that are Constant: Father, Son &#038; Holy Spirit. I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn&#8217;t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I got this in an email. Does not matter if it is true&#8230;</p>
<p>Three Things that are Constant:</p>
<p>Father, Son &#038; Holy Spirit.</p>
<p> I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.</p>
<p>The boy couldn&#8217;t have been more than 5 or 6 years old.</p>
<p>The Cashier said, &#8220;I&#8217;m sorry, but you don&#8217;t have<br />
enough money to buy this doll.&#8221;</p>
<p>Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: &#8221;Granny, are you sure I don&#8217;t have enough money?&#8221;</p>
<p>The old lady replied: &#8221;You know that you don&#8217;t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.&#8221;</p>
<p>Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes<br />
while she went to look a round. She left quickly.</p>
<p>The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.</p>
<p>Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.</p>
<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.</p>
<p>She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.&#8221;</p>
<p>I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.</p>
<p>But he replied to me sadly. &#8220;No, Santa Claus can&#8217;t<br />
bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the<br />
doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.&#8221;</p>
<p>His eyes were so sad while saying this. &#8220;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.&#8221;</p>
<p>My heart nearly stopped.<br />
The little boy looked up at me and said: &#8220;I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.&#8221;</p>
<p>Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me &#8220;I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won&#8217;t forget me.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;I love my mommy and I wish she doesn&#8217;t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.&#8221;</p>
<p>Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.</p>
<p>I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. &#8220;Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;OK&#8221; he said, &#8220;I hope I do have enough.&#8221; I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.</p>
<p>The little boy said: &#8220;Thank you God for giving me<br />
enough money!&#8221;</p>
<p>Then he looked at me and added, &#8220;I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy t his doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn&#8217;t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;My mommy loves white roses.&#8221;</p>
<p>A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.</p>
<p>I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.</p>
<p>I couldn&#8217;t get the little boy out of my mind.</p>
<p>Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young<br />
woman and a little girl.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>Was this the fami ly of the little boy?</p>
<p>Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.</p>
<p>I couldn&#8217;t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make<br />
last wishes before her burial.</p>
<p>She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful<br />
white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.</p>
<p>I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is<br />
still, to this day, hard to imagine.</p>
<p>And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.</p>
<p>Just wanted to share that with everyone! </p>
<p>Carlos</p>
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