A letter from her child.

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 lay down across his bed and, 

hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying 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

Signed with Love from: God, Jesus & Me.

P.S. Let's see Satan stop this one!

Take 60-seconds and send this to five other people, 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.

End.

From my friend Kam in Halifax West Yorkshire, 

and I thank him.