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A friend sent this to me.
Sally jumped up
as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of
the operating room. She
said: "How is my little boy? Is he
going to be all right? When can I
see him?"
The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could,
but your
boy didn't make it."
Sally said, "Why do little
children get cancer? Doesn't God
care any more? Where were you, God,
when my son needed you?"
The surgeon asked, "Would you like
some time alone with your
son? One of the nurses will be out in a few
minutes, before
he's transported to the university."
Sally
asked the nurse to stay with her while she said
good-bye to son. She
ran her fingers lovingly through his
thick red curly
hair.
"Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked.
Sally
nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in
a
plastic bag and handed it to Sally.
The mother said, "It
was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to
the university for study. He
said it might help somebody else.
I said no at first, but Jimmy said,
"Mom, I won't be using it
after I die. Maybe it will help some other
little boy spend
one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had
a heart
of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting
to
help others if he could."
Sally walked out of Children's
mercy Hospital for the last
time, after spending most of the last six
months there. She
put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat
beside her in
the car. The drive home was difficult.
It was
even harder to enter the empty house. She
carried
Jimmy's
belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his
hair to
her son's room. She started placing the model cars and
other
personal things back in his room exactly where he had
always
kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging
his
pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight
when Sally awoke. Laying beside her
on the bed was a folded letter. The
letter said:
"Dear Mom,
I know you're going to miss me; but
don't think that I will
ever forget you, or stop loving you, just
'cause I'm not around
to say I LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom,
even more with
each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until
then,
if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so
lonely,
that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to
play
with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she
probably
wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to
buy
her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad
thinking
about me.
This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met
me as
soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will
take
a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I
love
to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look
like
any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was
Him. Jesus
himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom?
I got to sit on God's
knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody
important. That's when I told
Him that I wanted to write you a
letter, to tell you good-bye and
everything. But I already
knew that wasn't allowed.
Well,
you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His
own personal pen to
write you this letter. I think Gabriel is
the name of the angel who is
going to drop this letter off to
you. God said for me to give you the
answer to one of the
questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I
needed him?' "God
said He was in the same place with me, as when His
son Jesus
was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with
all
His children.
Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see
what I've written
except you. To everyone else this is just a blank
piece of
paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back
now.
He needs it to write some more names in the Book of
Life.
Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper.
I'm,
sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to
tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The
cancer is all gone. I'm glad
because I couldn't stand that
pain anymore and God couldn't stand to
see me hurt so much,
either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to
come get me.
The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about
that?
Signed with Love from:
God, Jesus &
Me.
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