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utorak, 28.06.2005.

Why do little children die?

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 her 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 aked 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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