Just got this email and couldn't resist not posting it:
Late last week, I was rushing around trying to get some last minute shopping
done. I was stressed out and not thinking very fondly of the Xmas 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 oligated 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 shopping centre 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 yrs
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 note 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 Christmas presents. 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 notes 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 wondered.
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
So I grabbed his other hundred and ran off.