just got this email thought i would share..
Doing the Right Thing...........
Right before Christmas I was rushing around trying to get some last minute
shopping done. I was stressed out and not
thinking very fondly of the Christmas season right then. It was dark, cold,
and wet in the parking lot as I was loading my car up with gifts that I felt
obligated to buy. I noticed that I was missing a receipt that I might need
later. So mumbling under my breath, I retraced my steps to the mall
As I was searching the wet pavement for the lost receipt, I heard a quiet
sobbing. The crying was coming from a poorly dressed boy of about 12 years
old. He was short and thin. He had no coat. He was just wearing a ragged
flannel shirt to protect him from the cold night'schill. Oddly enough, he
was holding a hundred dollar bill in his hand. Thinking that he
had gotten lost from his parents, I asked him what was wrong. He told me his
He said that he came from a large family. He had three brothers and four
sisters. His father had died when he was nine years old. His mother was
poorly educated and worked two full time jobs. She made very little to
support her large family. Nevertheless, she had managed to skimp and save
two hundred dollars to buy her children Christmas presents.The
young boy had been dropped off, by his mother, on the way to hersecond job.
He was to use the money to buy presents for all his siblings and save just
enough to take the bus home. He had not even entered the mall, when an
older boy grabbed one of the hundred dollar bills and disappeared into the
"Why didn't you scream for help?" I asked.
The boy said, "I did."
"And nobody came to help you?" I queried.
The boy stared at the sidewalk and sadly shook his head.
"How loud did you scream?" I inquired.
The soft-spoken boy looked up and meekly whispered, "Help me!", as if hewere
speaking to God...I realized that absolutely no one could have heard that
poor boy cry for help.
So I grabbed his other hundred and ran to my car.