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The Story of Jimmy
She 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 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.
Take 60-seconds and repost this, 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 "When
you're down to nothing, God is up to something.?
SEND THIS ON TO OTHER PEOPLE AND YOU WILL
FEEL THE HOLY SPIRT
BRIGHTENING YOUR LIFE IN JUST AN HOUR
"People
will forget what you said, people will forget what you did,
but people will never forget how you made them feel."
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