This is beutiful and you will cry - Forward from karthik

Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operatingroom.She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can Isee him?"The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn'tmake it."Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care anymore? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One ofthe nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to theuniversity."Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to herson. She ranher 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 aplastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy'sidea to donate his body to the university for study. He said it mighthelp somebody else. "I said no at first, butJimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will helpsome otherlittle boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy hadaheart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to helpothers ifhe could."Sally walked out of Children's mercy Hospital for the last time, afterspending mostof the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings onthe seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It waseven harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings,and the plastic bag with the lock ofhis hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and otherpersonalthings back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laiddownacross his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bedwas afolded letter. The letter said:"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I willever forget you, or stop loving you, just because I'm not around to sayI LOVE YOU. I willalways love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see eachother again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won'tbe so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff toplay with. But, if you decideto get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things usboys do. You'llhave to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sadthinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa metme as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take along time to see everything. The angelsare so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn'tlook likeany of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesushimself took meto see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk toHim, likeI was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to writeyou a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. But I already knewthat wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paperand His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel isthe name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. Godsaid for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you askedHim, 'Where was He when I needed him?' "God said He was in the sameplace with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was rightthere, 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? Ihave to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more namesin the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus forsupper. I'm, sure the food will be great.Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is allgone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and Godcouldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent TheAngel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery!How about that?Signed with Love from: God, Jesus &Me.