THIS IS BEAUTIFUL ....AND YOU WILL CRY...



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 canI see him?"




The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't makeit." Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care anymore? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of thenurses 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. Sheran 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 aplastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea todonate 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 Idie. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with hisMom." 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, afterspending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy'sbelongings 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 startedplacing 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 hispillow, cried herself to sleep.



It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was afolded 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 youwon'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 andstuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is aneat 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 areso cool. I love to watch them fly. And, y ou know what? Jesus doesn't looklike 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 kneeand talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him thatI 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 thinkGabriel 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 youasked Him 'Where was He when I needed him?' "God said He was in the sameplace 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 haveto 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.