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>
>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 mercyHospitalfor 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.
>
>Let's see Satan stop this one.
>Take 60-seconds and send this to five other people, 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
>
>
>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 mercyHospitalfor 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.
>
>Let's see Satan stop this one.
>Take 60-seconds and send this to five other people, 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
>
:_) 
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