beautiful story

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL ......AND YOU WILL CRY...
> > 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 laid down
> across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
> > It was around midnightwhen 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 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 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.> > 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