Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
A must read.
I was walking around a supermarket when i saw a cashier hand this little boy his 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.'' The little boy turned to the old woman next to him, ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' She 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 himself. 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 didn'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 of mind 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 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.
Ps: A friend posted this on Facebook and I was in tears when I read it. I thought I would share with all of you.
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 himself. 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 didn'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 of mind 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 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.
Ps: A friend posted this on Facebook and I was in tears when I read it. I thought I would share with all of you.
#Quote
"When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time." Maya Angelou #JustSaying
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Dear Facebook:
Facebook, you're not near as smart as you think you are. Your algorithms for deciding what I want to see, who I want to talk to or what I think is important are 99.999% of the time the exact polar opposite of what I want. Everything you do to try to simplify things only complicates things more. Every attempt you make to improve things inevitably ends up in a HUGE step backwards. Take for example the new way Facebook displays pictures when clicked on that now appear initially as a compressed blurry mess reminiscent of the internet circa 1990. Something as simple as a Friend Request is now just a headache of options. The chat, instead of just showing everybody that's online now is broken up into segments that YOU GUESS I want to talk to, more often than not displaying many that I rarely want to chat with and many that aren't even online. Do I have the option to just display everyone that IS online? Nope, because as history has taught us Facebook isn't about viewing or doing things that I want, it's about Facebook coming up with some ludicrous idea of how things "should" be and than ramming it down it's users throats. I echo the sentiments of others that have cited that it is this kind of mentality that killed MySpace, a reminder that Facebook should never consider themselves "too big to fail." You're not... repost if you agree!!!
Ps:A friend posted this on Facebook earlier today, I couldn't agree more, so I'm sharing it with all of you.
Ps:A friend posted this on Facebook earlier today, I couldn't agree more, so I'm sharing it with all of you.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
#Quote
"Remember, people only rain on your parade because they’re jealous of your sun and tired of their shade."
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
#Quote
"When it comes to the future, there are three kinds of people: Those who let it happen, those who make it happen and those who wonder what happened".
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
#Quote
"The stupid neither forgive nor forget, the naive forgive and forget, the wise forgive but do not forget." Thomas Szasz #Food4Thought
Goodbye Summer!
I'm writing this as I sit in bed while looking out of our hotel room window. The end of summer is here and as every year we are down at the beach to say goodbye to it. I'm the first one to say, summer is not my favorite time of the year, I'm not a fan of the hot weather or the humidity, and don't get me started on the rain, Lol.
Don't get me wrong, there are things I like about it, for instance I love summer nights, wearing white, and bike rides. Picnics are another thing I love, we didn't go to any this summer, because every time we said we were going, it started raining. Also I get to wear cute flowery prints and bright colors, what's not to love about that??? Let's also talk about lemonade, I mean, is there anything better to cool off than a cold glass of fresh squeezed lemonade??? I'm a lemonade drinker, but I'm sure that even if you are not you would probably agree with me, lemonade definitely tastes better on hot summer days.
So this one is dedicated to this long, very hot and rainy summer of 2011. I'm off to the pool to read one of the books on my summer reading list (Going home by Harriet Evans, Loveeee her books) while listening to my summer jam "Pumped up kicks" by Foster the People (which if you haven't heard yet you might as well be living under a rock, lol) and sipping some good old fashioned lemonade. This is what I call a great "Goodbye to Summer". I hope you all had and amazing one. Till next summer =)
Don't get me wrong, there are things I like about it, for instance I love summer nights, wearing white, and bike rides. Picnics are another thing I love, we didn't go to any this summer, because every time we said we were going, it started raining. Also I get to wear cute flowery prints and bright colors, what's not to love about that??? Let's also talk about lemonade, I mean, is there anything better to cool off than a cold glass of fresh squeezed lemonade??? I'm a lemonade drinker, but I'm sure that even if you are not you would probably agree with me, lemonade definitely tastes better on hot summer days.
So this one is dedicated to this long, very hot and rainy summer of 2011. I'm off to the pool to read one of the books on my summer reading list (Going home by Harriet Evans, Loveeee her books) while listening to my summer jam "Pumped up kicks" by Foster the People (which if you haven't heard yet you might as well be living under a rock, lol) and sipping some good old fashioned lemonade. This is what I call a great "Goodbye to Summer". I hope you all had and amazing one. Till next summer =)
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
#Quote
"Sometimes you have to let go of the one you love to find out if there is really something there."
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