Post by Tammi on Dec 5, 2003 17:18:35 GMT -5
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 alright? When can I
see him?"
The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could,
but your son didn't make it."
Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer?
Doesn't God care anymore? Where you, God, when my
sone needed you?"
The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone
with your son? One of the nurese 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 her son. She ran her fingers lovingly
throught his thick 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 her.
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 the Children's Mercy Hospital for the
last time, after spending most of the last year 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 her son's clothes to his room, she began
placing his model cars and other person items back on
the shelves 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 on
the bed beside her 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
ok 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.
Don't be sad thinking about me. This is a neat place.
Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and
showed me around some, butit will take a long time to
see everything. The angels are so cool, I love to
watch them fly. You know what? Jesus doesn't look
anything like his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I
knew it was Him. Jesus took me to see God! Guess
wha, 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. I already knew that it
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 whin 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 back his pen 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 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?
out of the operating room. She said: "How is my
little boy? Is he going to be alright? When can I
see him?"
The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could,
but your son didn't make it."
Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer?
Doesn't God care anymore? Where you, God, when my
sone needed you?"
The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone
with your son? One of the nurese 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 her son. She ran her fingers lovingly
throught his thick 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 her.
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 the Children's Mercy Hospital for the
last time, after spending most of the last year 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 her son's clothes to his room, she began
placing his model cars and other person items back on
the shelves 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 on
the bed beside her 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
ok 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.
Don't be sad thinking about me. This is a neat place.
Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and
showed me around some, butit will take a long time to
see everything. The angels are so cool, I love to
watch them fly. You know what? Jesus doesn't look
anything like his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I
knew it was Him. Jesus took me to see God! Guess
wha, 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. I already knew that it
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 whin 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 back his pen 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 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?