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 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 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.
thanks mel, u almost made me cry. btw, i grabbed it from mel. w/o her permission. i know u wont mind cos it spread The word. :)
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8:45 PM
so i'm back.
from that lousy place.
i went, i saw, im trying to conquer. hey man, im trying. damn its hard. ever heard of kirchhoff?? well, neither have i. apparently, he a bloody asshole who came up with a voltage LAW and current LAW. oh my gosg, as if physics isnt difficult enough. that asshole went and conjured a law for BOTH voltage and current. (the shorts for the laws are KCL and KVL. its it has become: kirchhoff's cork law and kirchhoff's virgina law. HAHA)
yes, this is only part of what im going through. yes yes, u do have your own troubles. but this is my blog. 'evil laugh'
my apologies for those who have been faithfully visiting this address, only to be dissappointed. i ahvnt been getting much rest and (referring to my previous post) i didnt feel like blogging. well, i surprised i am bloging now, since i gta get up at 7 tmr and its already 1.30. by the time i slp its already 2. anw...
having a laptop has become a bane. its tiring, lugging the 2.5kg midget in your bag. i carry it in my hand, in case i leave it under a table at canteen 1, 2, 3 or 4. my friend, ernie, actually left it in class and didnt realise it and left the class. GOSH he's stupid. thus proving my point.
and this other guy, samuel loh (we have 2 samuels in your grp), i swear if i could, if he doesnt stop his "shut up, this isnt going anywhere" thing soon, im gna smash his teeth into his brain. and im not kidding. imagine this:
"hey sam, where u goi-"
"shut up this isnt going anywhere."
one time after class, which i had just woken up from, he did that to me. and i hope you know by now, i'm not to be fool w after i just woke up. i nearly punched him but stopped short of contact. damn.
ahhhhhhh school school school. everyone's having a rough time. office politics, class woes, study woes. even the place where God dwells most. its hard. but we try. we have to. thrive.
im short of cash and a really big occasion is on its way. creeping from a distance. slowly but surely. slow first. and it rushes up to you like a bullet-train as you're lying on the tracks.
WHAM.
-cheer up little world, i know its also though on you. but there are creatures that dwell upon you who are trying to save you. yes its small hands that are doing the work, but with many little hands, it makes a big hand. so hang in there, blue planet. help is on its way.-
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