A Touching Story

This was sent to me by a friend. I do not know who the author is but still I decided to post this very touching story. Read on.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.The 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 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 there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. 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 for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'


I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.But he replied to me sadly. ' No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. 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 she 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.'

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.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 new s 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 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 where the body of the young woman was expos ed 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 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.

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Faith and Deeds

I got this inspiring story from our church's supplement. I would have asked permission from the author for reprinting but the author is unknown.
Here is the story.

I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) mad have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology. The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being has been graced with. Her last project of the term was called "Smile."

The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reaction. I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say, hello, anyway... so I thought, this would be a piece of cake, literally. Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son and I went out to McDonald's. it was just our way of sharing special play time with son.

We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did. I did not move an inch.... an overwhelmimg feeling of panic welled up inside me as I turned to see whay they moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell... and there standing behind me were two poor men.

As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling". His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's light as he searched for acceptance. He said "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching. The second man was mentally deficient and the blue eyed gentleman was his salvation. I held my tears... as I stood there with them.

The young lady at the counter asked them what they wanted. The man doing the ordering said "coffee is all miss" because that was all they could afford. To sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. Then I really felt it... the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me... judging my every action.

I smiled and aksed the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men have chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and slid my hand on the blue eyed gentleman's cold hand. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes and said. " Thank you." I leaned over, began to pat his hands and said, " I did not do this alone for you... God is here working through me to give you hope."

I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said. " That is why God gave you to me honey... to give me hope." We are not church goers but we are believers.

I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned "my project" and the instructor read it... then she looked up at me and said. " May I share this?" I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class. She began to read and that is why I knew that we, as human beings and being part of God, share the need to help people and be helped.

In my own way I had touched the poeple of Mcdonald's, my husband, son, instructor and every soul that I shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student. I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn... Unconditional Acceptance. Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this. Learn how to love people and use things...not love things and use people.

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Manna from Heaven

Manna: 1. the food miraculously supplied to the Israelites in the wilderness. Ex. 16:14–36.
2. any sudden or unexpected help, advantage, or aid to success.

When Moses led the Hebrews out of Egypt they did not have the time nor the resources to to bring food for their long journey to the promised land. The journey took forty years! No amount of preparation would have helped the Hebrews pack food and water. They were numbering in thousands. There just no way to feed all of them.

Until God.

Every morning, manna can be gathered after the dew is gone. The Bible said that it was the food eaten by the Hebrew during their journey through the desert. The divine supply of manna was one of the miracles of God to show favor to the fleeing Israelites.

Today, there is no manna that we can gather every morning to eat. However, there is another form of manna that God freely gives. We receive help or aid and given advantages that sometimes we really cannot fully comprehend and sometimes do not deserve.

Manna from Heaven. Help and love from Above.

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