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Jan 26, 2007
> 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 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
>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
>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 "When you're down to nothing, God is
>up to something."

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