Ray S S
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She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She asked, "How ismy little boy? Is he going to be alright? 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 outin a few minutes, before he's transported to the university."Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said goodbye to her son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick, red, curly hair. "Would you like a lock of the boy's 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 a little more time with his Mom."She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting tohelp 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 thecar.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 personel things back in his room exactly the way he had alwayskept 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. Theletter said,"Dear Mom, I know you are going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stoploving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say, "I love you". I will always love you, Mom, evenmore with each day. Some day we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt alittle boy so you won't be lonely, that's ok 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 thingsus boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinkingabout me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon I got here and showedme 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, whenI 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 lettwer, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew thatwasn't allowed. Well, you know what, Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personel pento write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop thisletter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you askedHim. "Where was He when I needed Him?" God said He was in the same place with me, as whenHis 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 just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God his pen back now. He needs to write some more names in the Book Of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table withJesud 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 gladbecause 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 and get me. The angel said I wasa 'Special Delivery.' How about that?Signed with love from God, Jasus, and me. When you are down to nothing, God is up to something. Author unknown
