Try not to cry?

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When you're down to nothing, God is up to something."

This is beautiful! Try not to cry.

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.

A friend e-mail me this story. Thought I would share it with yall. It really is a touching story. :)

Answer 1

Beautiful. I hope this will touch all who reads it as it did for me. Blessings and peace.

Answer 2

Yes. Just got done, actually. My best friend since the age of 4 (I'm 20 now) died in September in a car crash. This will be the first Christmas in 16 years that we have not been together. I love and miss her soooo much. Been crying about it all afternoon until about 10 minutes ago.

Answer 3

Nice Story

Answer 4

I cried... I cry at the St Jude commercials, too. It kills me to know children are suffering.

Answer 5

well i tried not to cry but losing a cousin and a grandfather to cancer that just hit a nerve!! its a really cute poem and im so going to copy it and email it to everyone!!

Answer 6

Pretty long but very touching. I loved it. I'm going to share it with others.


MJ

Answer 7

I didnt cry. But that is a really sweet story.

Answer 8

OMG!!!
I think I got a tear on my keyboard.
I tried not to cry.
Where did you get that from anyways?

Answer 9

bah i saw the real thing twas juz a BLANK piece of paper.
mdm sally probably went hysterical and hallucinated the whole thing.
The doctor told her she was under too much pressure too

Answer 10

Thats really touching. I don't really know what to say. Speechless and in awe. :o)