Crying is not weak but being strong for too long?

My dear,

I don’t count tears of weakness as crying,

 it’s just water leaking of the eyes.

But tears that come from someone finally being open (to themselves /others), after remain strong for far longer than they were supposed to, those tears are real TEARS.

And those tears should be comforted for it is not a sign weakness, but incredible strength.

Truly yours XXX

I woke up this morning lying in bed while waiting for the news from my alarm clock radio; I came across this story flipping through my friends FB posts. Suddenly it reminded me of the Christmas Shoe story but as I read along, I realise it might be a real life story. As I continue reading I could feel tears started rolling down my sleepy eyes, the little boy really touch my heart and soul.

Have you read, seen or heard of The Christmas Shoe? A very meaningful story about a young boy who tries to get a pair of red Christmas shoes for his dying mother, while a lawyer tries to deal with the break-up of his marriage.

The song is one of the most thought provoking and emotion-evoking songs recorded in recent history. 
How did this inspiring song come to be?

The song was a natural outgrowth of a story that had been circulating on the Internet for quite some time. Radio personality DC Chymes and his on air partner had read the story during their show several times, always getting a huge response from their listeners. He forwarded the story to Eddie Carswell of Newsong, who began to write a song based on the story. It took four years to finish it, and get it on an album. And of course like all great stories and songs, it's made into a blockbuster movie in 2002. I strongly suggest you watch this touching movie. I watch it every Christmas and every time I cried my eyes out. Here is a short 9 minutes of song lyrics and summary of the movie.

Okay back to sharing the story of The Doll and A White Rose

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. 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.

Author Unknown

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