The Little Boy
Posted February 27, 2009on:
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.”
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?