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. Laying beside
her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:
"Dear Mom,
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'! 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.
In Christ,
Janet Irene Thomas
Playwright/Screen Writer/Director
Published Author/Gospel Lyricist &Producer
FOUNDER/CEO
Bible Stories Theatre of
Fine & Performing Arts
www.biblestoriestheatre.org.
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