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The Drunk Driver - Author Unknown On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the gifts I didn’t manage to buy earlier. When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself: ‘It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go…’ Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it was over. I started to curse the prices, wondering if kids really play with such expensive toys. While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who this doll was for. 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 here for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I started to walk towards him and asked who he wanted to give this doll to. ‘It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.’ I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. ‘No, Santa Claus can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there.’ His eyes were so sad while saying this. ‘My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy say that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring 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 mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket’ Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me: ‘I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me.’ ‘I love my mummy 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 took a few bills and said to the boy. 'What if we checked again, just in case if u have enough money?’ ‘Ok’ he said. ‘I hope that I 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 yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me’ ‘I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn’t dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose.’ ‘You know, my mummy loves white roses.' A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my trolley. 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 newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady 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-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy in mind, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away.I couldn’t stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before 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 crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to that day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him. One Last Chance - Author Unknown It's Friday night and you are driving your car. ( what kind of car are you driving?) (YOU ARE THE DRIVER!!!) You can only have FOUR other people in the car with you. As you drive, you and your friends start chillin to some music. So, there you are chillin to some music with four other people all of a sudden this crazy driver hits you in the back! You are flying down the road out of control. You hit a speed bump and the car flips and lands upside-down in the grass beside the road. You lay there crying because you are in so much pain You hear nothing but silence. silence silence silence. You try to yell out to your friends, but you are in so much pain and shock the words won't come out. You lay there for about 2 minutes, but to you it seems like 60 minutes. You finally hear something. You hear the ambulance and you have never felt more relieved. You lay there, still in the car, thinkin about your You start to pray for the other people in the car and for yourself. The paramedics get you out of the car, put you on a stretcher, and then into the ambulance. you see nothing and hear nothing but a void....you are alone You don't get a chance to see the other people that were in the car with you As they drive to the hospital, you pray and think to yourself "Am I going to die?" Where are my friends? Are they okay? What's going to happen to me.......? Did you die or not? What happened to your friends that were in the car with you......? They all died. All of the other people in the car died. They are all gone. You'll never get to see them again. As for you... you died too. Wait you were just imagining....right ? But what if it were real? What if it really happened to you? Think about it.... That car was the LAST car you were EVER in with your friends. Those four people were the LAST people you EVER saw. Did you pick the four people in the car with you wisely... or do you wish that someone else was in the car with you? The song you were chillin to was the LAST song you EVER heard. Don't you wish you could have had the chance to tell everyone you loved them? Don't you wish you could have told your parents you loved them one last time? Don't you wish you could have kissed your boy/girlfriend one last time? Don't you wish you could have told your crush how much you loved them? Don't you wish you could hug your friends one last time? Don't you wish you had the chance to do all of those things? You still do. |
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