She jumped up as soon 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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I was allowed to cut and paste this from one of my friends at another site...Not sure of its origin except the Author loves the Lord. She is praying over and working on a New Blogg here Watch for her She is a blessing...GOD BLESS YOU ALL..Allen