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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
her 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 his 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.
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
her 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 his 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.
