Originally Posted by
friend4u178
This may make you cry but it is an inspiring little story so thought I would share again and this seemed the perfect place..
THE LETTER
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 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
send 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.
