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 her . 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 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. It was difficult drive to home. 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?
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