When you’re down to nothing,
God is up to something.
This is beautiful! Try not to cry.
She 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 anymore ?
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 wi ll 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. )
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