A Hope Intervention – Tissues Ready
I was in the mall walking around a store shopping, when I saw a cashier talking to a boy who 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 cashier and asked “Are you sure I don’t have enough money?”
The cashier counted his cash once again and replied “You know that you don’t have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.” 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 and I wanted to give it to her for her birthday. And 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 because I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.” Then the boy showed me a nice photo of himself where he was laughing, and he told me “I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won’t forget me.
And I love 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?”
“Okay” 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 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. Mommy loves white roses.”
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. And 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. Their 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. She was there, in her coffin, holding a 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 and 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. Please DO NOT DRINK AND DRIVE.
This story came to me via a link to a website. I am not the author of the story, and I have not been able to find out who is the author. Really, I don’t even know if the story is factual. I tried to check it out on Snopes.com, without success. Even if not true, I think it’s the kind of story or parable Jesus would tell if he walked the earth today. And his followers might ask him what the story means. And Jesus might say:
• “First, it’s a story about evil or irresponsibility which surrounds us and impacts us to a lesser or greater degree during our lifetime.
• Second, it’s about a person (a child) who has a simple direct (intuitive) belief in God, and acts in love out of that belief.
• Third, it’s about a stranger who recognizes an opportunity to help someone to hope, and acts on that.”
In the same website I saw two interesting comments on this story, by people I do not know. If here in Albuquerque Jesus told the story in 2014, these two people might be listeners who take out their iPhones and tap into Facebook their responses:
Linda Jordan Thibodaux: First let me tell you listeners, story true or not, that I have worked in the medical profession for years now and have seen miracles more than most. Many unexplainable! God puts people in places most unexpected sometimes, and they will be the peace provided above all understanding!
I have heard more children (young age) have more sense than many of us adults! It is said that the truth will come from the mouth of babes. Wake up people and start seeing and believing in something that is of worth! It is far better to have hope in something greater, than in nothing at all.
Mike Hakes: Don’t forget the angels in the waiting room…..mine. He was the ONLY medical professional that correctly prescribed a special two-drip method, which allowed my body to stay here while I went off into a coma…. upon awakening over five days later, the doctor that wrote the prescription DID NOT exist in that hospital….. so I got an intervention… Real Time, Real World, Crazy Story, eh?
The Gray Nomad.
Probing the practice of Christian believers……
(Thank you Sarena for bringing this story to my attention).
But when Jesus saw it, He was greatly displeased and said to them, “Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of God. (Jesus in Mark, chapter 10).
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