[i_love_my_yorki]

You WILL cry-have Kleenex near by









> 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 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 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
> oneof 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 send
>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.
>
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> Let's see Satan stop this one.
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