Saturday, January 2, 2010

The value of a man or woman......worth to spend few mins.....

Present days lo accidents baga ekkuva ayyayi...Manchi manchi relations duram ayipotunnaru....So alanti oka true incident ni mee mundu introduce chestunna..plz spend a few mins reading this...Click read more...!



I was walking around in a BigBazar store making 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 me and asked: ''brother, are you sure I
don't have enough money?''
I counted his cash 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 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.’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.
The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in what
they are capable of receiving..!Please try to pass on this message to others cause this may be something like passing on ur care to others...Thankz for reading this article..!

Regards,
Sriram Mallik.

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