A
Lifetime
C H A P T E R O N
E.
Jenny. It’s amazing
how fast my name can pull me away from his sweet
smelling hair, into the cold drizzle of reality. I
looked up at his glowing smile while he carried me down
the road. My cheap two dollar flip flops had snapped
and there was broken glass scattered on the ground.
Everything was perfect about this moment, even the
rain.
Does he know? He must realize the way I feel about him.
He must see the way I look over with that longing gaze,
all though, half the time he’s looking back. Does
he understand how much I want him? No, how much I need
him. I love his bright blue eyes, always sparkling,
every last freckle perfect on his face, his sun
bleached blond hair, and everything else about him that
gives me butterflies.
It seemed like a life time until we reached his house.
We walked inside and waited for our friends to catch
up, though I secretly hoped they wouldn’t. I
wonder if he did too.
I know its not much yet but do you like it? thoughts?
This is so
sad. its worth reading
Drinkin' &
Drivin':
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 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. DRUNK DRIVING. 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 with out 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 news 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 news paper 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 for ever. 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 two choices ;
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2) Or Pretend It Never Tocuhed Your Heart