tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69306183575708426922024-03-07T20:37:42.599-08:00TIMEthe past, present and future...
they are all the same :)Terrence Phang Jin Penghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285370040404112919noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930618357570842692.post-44429830602428476762010-07-19T07:40:00.000-07:002010-07-24T07:40:18.712-07:00a touching story i remembered after soooooo long :)On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the<br />supermarket to buy the remaining of the gifts I didn't manage to buy<br />earlier. <br /><br />When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself:<br />'It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to<br />go...' 'Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year.<br />How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it...'<br /><br />Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there<br />I started to curse the prices, wondering if after all kids really play with<br />such expensive toys. While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy<br />of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching<br />the hair of the doll and looked so sad.<br /><br />I wondered who was this doll for. Then the little boy<br />turned to the old woman next to him:<br />'Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?' The<br />old lady replied: 'You know that you don't have enough money to buy this<br />doll, my dear.' Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went<br />to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll<br />in his hand.<br /><br />Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who<br />did he want to give this doll to.<br />'It is the doll that my sister love most and wanted so<br />much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to<br />her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her, after<br />all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can not<br />bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so<br />that she can give it to her when she goes there.'<br /><br />His eyes were so sad while saying this. My sister has<br />gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy will also go to see God very<br />soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my<br />sister.'<br /><br />My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me<br />and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I asked him to wait<br />until I came back from the store.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of<br />himself, where he was laughing. He then told me: 'I also want mommy to take<br />this photo with her so that she will not forget me.' 'I love my 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.'<br /><br />Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly<br />reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy,<br />'What if we checked again, just in case you have enough money?' 'Ok' he<br />said. 'I hope that I have enough.' I added some of my money to his without<br />him seeing and we started to count it. <br />There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money.<br />The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me<br />enough money.' Then he looked at me and added:'I asked yesterday before I<br />slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that<br />mommy can give it to my sister. He heard me.' 'I also wanted to have enough<br />money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God too much. But<br />He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose.' 'You know, my mommy<br />loves white roses.'<br /><br />A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left.<br />I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I<br />couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local<br />newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who<br />hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little girl<br />died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family<br />had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine,<br />because the young lady would not be able to come out of the coma that she<br />was in. Was this the family of the little boy?<br /><br />Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I<br />read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away. I couldn't stop<br />myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary<br />where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make a<br />last wish before burial. 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<br />over her chest. I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been<br />changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his<br />sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a<br />second, a drunk man had<br />taken all this away from him.<br /><br />this story reminds me of someone, especially james han,<br />he showed me this touching story, i cried the frist time reading this...<br /><br />*shiff shiff*<br />Terrence PhangTerrence Phang Jin Penghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285370040404112919noreply@blogger.com0