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|Sad story with a good ending!|
A few weeks ago, I was rushing around trying to do some Valentine's Day shopping. I was
stressed out and not thinking very fondly of the weather right then. It was dark, cold,
and wet in the parking lot as I was loading my car. 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 entrance.
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's chill. 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 sad story. 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 some Valentine's Day presents (since she didn't manage to get
them anything on Christmas).
The young boy had been dropped off by his mother on the way to her second 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 night.
"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!"
I realized that absolutely no one could have heard that poor boy cry for help. So I
grabbed his other hundred and made a run to my car.
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