The Value of a Man or Woman Resides in What He or She Gives

I was walking around in a Big Bazar store shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a 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 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. I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.

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 my sister 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 with out 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.'

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 news paper 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 news paper 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 exposed 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 the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. 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 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 & DRIVE.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Forward this message, or

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

For those who prefer to think that God is not watching over us.... go ahead and delete this and for the rest of us who dare to believe... Pass this on.

The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in what they are capable of receiving.

Anonymous

Monday, September 2nd, 2013

Dear God,

I woke up today, just like every other day (by the way thank you for that), ran to the bathroom to take a shower only to find cold water seeping its merciless anger drip by drip, so against my better judgment I went in, and let’s just say it wasn't a pretty a sight.

I got out put on my clothes, quickly said a “Hello”, sorry about that, I seriously had to get to work on time, but any hoo! I got here way, way before time and I’m sitting here all alone. I should be doing is my work, but what I’m actually doing is trying to find a way to open Facebook. I think these “crackers” may have filtered it! And oh yeah! Back to the real situation at hand, my ‘people’ (let’s just say people) are mad at me again. Apparently, I keep screwing up, whoops! Sorry no cussing, I promise. Like I was saying, I may have done something wrong to get on their nerves, I on the other hand have no clue what I did this time, and to be honest I never know what I do wrong. I apologized, you know that’s what you do, when you do something wrong! The fact is I really love them, but they get on my last nerve, and then I just want to strangle them. But the minute I see them, all I want to do is hug them and tell them that I love them.

You know I really can’t get into conflicts, arguments or any form of discussion that deals with opposition. Nope can’t have that, not with the people I love, my brain like literally shuts down when things like that happen. You know there comes a point where I begin to doubt myself as a good person that if my own people aren't happy with me, then could it really be me? Well, that’s like entirely another chapter, of a book, we should never open. As I was saying, mad-me-again, I got a text, you already know what it said, so there's no point in hiding it. 

Ahhhh! You think I’d get it right this time, wrong! That’s a warning sign, a nuclear time bomb ready to explode and I’m stuck between trying to decide whether to cut the blue wire or the red one.

This time, I literally Googled “How to be a good person”, not sure where it’s going to lead me, but I’ll get there, I think? The fact is I really hate fighting, but I don’t know what to do, I don’t have all the answers. I've got no manual on how to respond to a specific emotion or argument, nor do I have that charming word play thing going for me, so even when I think that I've finally figured it out, Boy! Was I wrong... Well, I’ll get back to work; I have to write about Palm Oil. I’m living the dream, aren't I?

Oh, Oh! Before you go, I may not be a comedian, but here’s a joke anyway, more like a questionable anecdote, whatever that means.

Anyways…

“How can I make You (God) laugh?”

Well, that’s easy; I tell you my future (Badang-a-dush! Good night, New York…) and I’ll see You around 2:00 pm…

And we’re not finished by the way, you still need to help me with my little situation here, okay take care thank you.

Sincerely,

Long time Listener, First Time Caller