Dear Friend,
I would like to share with you a story , which handed to me while busy shopping in a mall, it has left a deep impression in my heart and soul, I just have to share the experience with you, retype the whole story as it is, and originally it was written in the first person point of view.

READ THIS.IT WILL SAVE YOU & UR FAMILY(this is a true story. Individual's name have been withheld upon request)
I hurried into the mall to get some last-minute gifts for the holidays. I looked at the milling shoppers and grumbled to myslef, " I would be in here 4ever, and I just have so much to do." But I hurried the best I could thru a thick crowd to the toy dept.
Once again, I kind of mumbled to myself at the prices of those toys and wondered if the grandkids would even play with them. I found myslef in the doll aisle. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a little boy of about five holding a lovely doll. He kept touching her hair and held her so gently. I could not help looking over the boy and wondered for whom the doll was for. He turned to a woman, called her by name (she was an aunt) and said, "You sure I dont have enopugh money?" she replied a bit impatiently, "You know that you dont have enough money for it." the aunt told the boy not to go anywhere, that she had to go get some otehr things and would be back in a few minutes. Then she left the aisle.
The boy continued to hold the doll. Going closer to him, I asked for who the doll was. "Its the doll my sister wanted so badly this christmas," he smiled. "She just knew that santa would bring it." I told him that maybe santa was going to bring it. "No, santa can't go where my sister is," he said. "I have to give the doll to my mama to take to her." I asked her where his sister was. He looked at me with the saddest eyes and said, " She has gone to be with jesus. My daddy says that Mama is going to have to go to be with her."
My heart nearly stopped beating. The boy looked at me agai and said, "I told my daddy to tell mama not to go on yet. I told her to tell her to wait until I got back from the store." then he asked me if I wanted to see his picture. I told him I would love to. He pulled out some pictures he had taken at the mall lobby. "I want my mama to take this with her so she dont ever forget me" he explained. "I love my mama so very much, and I wish she did not have to leave me. But daddy says she will need to be with my sister." The boy had lowered his head and grown very quiet. While he was not looking. I reached into my wallet and pulled out some bills. I asked him, "Shall we count the money one more time?" He grew excited and said. "Yes I just know it has to be enough."
So I slipped my money in wth his, and we began to count it. Of course, it was plenty for the doll. He murmured, "thank you, Jesus, for giving me enough money." Turning to me the boy said. " I just asked Jesus to give me enough money to buy this doll so Mama can take it with her to give to my sister. And he heard my prayer. I wanted her to ask him for enough money to buy my mama a white rose - I did ask him, but he gave me enough money to buy the doll and a rose for my mama! She loves white roses so very much, very much.
In a few minutes the aunt came back and I wheeled my cart away. I could not keep from thinking about the lil boy as I finished my shopping in a totally different spirit than when I had started.
And I keep remembering a story I had seen in the newspaper several days earlier about a driver under the influence of prohibited drugs hitting a car and killing a lil girl and leaving the mother in serious condition.
The story said the family was deciding whether or not to remove the life support. Now surely this lil boy had no connection to that story, I thought.
Two days later, I read in the newspaper that the family had disconnected the life support and the young woman had died. I could not forget the lil boy and just keep wondering if the two were somehow connected.
Later that day, I could not help myself and I went out to buy some white roses and took them to the funeral home where the young woman was.
And there she was, holding a lovely white rose, the beautiful doll, and the picture of the lil boy in the store.
I left there in tears, my life changed forever. The love that boy had for his little sister and his mother was overwhelming. In a split second, a driver under the influence of prohibited drugs had ripped the life of that little boy to pieces.

I Love to Hear You Laugh

Once again, here in my classroom, the noise of the boys in the first and second row triggered my head to burst. How many times have I called their attention since they still have seatworks to do. But I just could not imagine how could they do such things: doing seatwork at the same time bullying.Unfortunately, when its time for me to check their work,much to my dismay they have not yet written more than a single letter of the alphabet.
"What attitude do you, boys, have?" I uttered irritatingly. I was losing my patience and eventually decided to give what they deserved-remain standing for the next 30minutes and one week cleaners. I was in the middle of my tirade when my message alert tone caught my attention. Still with irritable feeling, I held out my cp and began to read a message from 777
I LOVE TO HEAR YOU LAUGH - GOD....Whew! what a real shame, I guess God had really seen me in my cannot-be painted-tiger-like facial expression. I sat down, took a deep breath..inhale...exhale...breathe in...breathe out...I prayed. I asked forgiveness I ended my prayer by giving Him thanks for He never fails in keeping in touch with His people . He always connect even in cellphone.