Gods wonderfull works....

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier
hand this 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.'

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 there for just 5 minutes while
she went to look around. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him 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 to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to
her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to 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 saying this.
'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 him where he was
laughing. He then 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 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 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 spare money.
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 from
when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local new spaper 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 this encounter with the little 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 young woman
was
expos ed
for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white
rose in her hand with the photo of th e 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.