All I want for Christmas is for each of you to watch this and press reblog! I love you guys!
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 a round. 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 afterall, 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 newspaper 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 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 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. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Reblog this message. 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
Day 3: What Kind of Person Attracts You?
I do get attracted by looks first, but the personality is what makes it or break it.
The qualities that attract me are ambition. I admire hard workers and frequent complainers really get me annoyed. The biggest thing that attracts me is really compassion.
That is all.
I rike my galpal <3
Day 2: How Have You Changed In 2 Years?
I use to be very quiet and reserved. I was always very serious and sarcastic.
I have experienced a lot of personal growth, being able to have the confidence to just go out and speak to new people. I express my true personality more readily as well. I’m really just like a kid in an adult body. Oh yeah, I don’t know when was the last time I made a sarcastic remark.. that somehow got dropped from my engrish as well.
I rike self-confidence.
Day 1: Weird Things I Do When Alone.
I think about what I would say for interviews in my head.
Such as for a job. But mostly for med school..
I do this a rot..
I rike it when I arone.
A Little girl, 3 yrs. old picked up by a man driving a gray car, license plate: Quebec 72B 381. Canada. Reblog this. It could save her. The Kidnapping is recent so do it, 3 seconds will not kill you. If it were your child .
My “Why.”
Throughout these past few months, I have realized what it is that I really want. What it is that I should be working for, and the genuine effort that I should be putting in. My “why” will keep me focused and driven. It will keep propelling me towards my dream. It will serve as my vehicle, my guide, and my destination.
I will use my “why” to always remind myself of that.
And I will use this tumblr post to remind myself to eventually write it..
Didju Rike It?
Abrupt, Continuous Inferior-Limb Spasms
A friend’s grandmother once said that these said “spasms” are detrimental to one’s mental embodiment and one’s fiscal situation.
I agreed with this statement and I boldly exclaimed that her grandmother “does not rike it” when she performs such actions.
Short story, Long:
She rike it.
