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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.
(Let's see Satan stop
this one.) Take 60-seconds
and repost this,
within the hour, you will have
caused a multitude
of believers to pray to God for
each other. Then
sit back and feel the Holy Spirit
work in your
life for doing what you know
God
loves
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