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A ture good storyCategory: Faith
Friday, 15 June 2007
04:41:22 AM (GMT)
She 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 midnight when 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 repost this, 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

"When you're down to nothing, God is up to

something."

Comments 
cutestuff says:   15 June 2007   885358  
Omg

i love this :]
‹JustWriteHerANightmare› says:   14 August 2007   839149  
Have a great day...... 
GLASS OF MILK 
One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his
way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was
hungry. 

He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost
his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. 

Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked
hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it so slowly,
and then asked, "How much do I owe you?" 

"You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has taught us never
to accept pay for a kindness."

He said ... "Then I thank you from the bottom of my heart." 

As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically,
but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to
give up and quit.. 

Many year's later that same young woman became critically ill. The
local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city,
where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. 

Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the
name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. 

Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her
room. 

Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her
at once. 



He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to
save her life. From that day he gave special attention to her case. 

After a long struggle, the battle was won. 

Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him
for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and
the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure
it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she
looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill.
She read these words .. "Paid in full with one glass of milk" 

(Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly. 

Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: "Thank You
God, that Your love has spread broad through human hearts and hands."


There's a saying which goes something like this: Bread cast on the
waters comes back to you. The good deed you do today may benefit you
or someone you love at the least expected time. If you never see the
deed again at least you will have made the world a better place - And,
after all, isn't that what life is all about?! 

Now you have two choices. 

1. You can send this pa
 
‹►Lord♪The♪Đestroyer♪of♪Đreams◄› says:   6 April 2011   680055  
I'm sorry
I would rather make love to you then just screw you
like some random guy.

I'm sorry
That I am always the one you need to talk to,
but never good enough to date

I'm sorry
That I always held your hair back when you threw up,and didn't get
mad
at you for
puking in my car,
but when we went out you went home with another guy

I'm sorry
That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and
dropped you off
in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend

I'm sorry
If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat,
only to be
thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around

I'm sorry
If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you
cry
for hours,
instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work

I'm sorry
that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along.

I'm sorry
If you read this and know somebody like this
but don't care

But most of all

I'm sorry
For not being sorry anymore

I'm sorry
That you can't accept me for who I am

I'm sorry
I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good
enough to make it in your world.

I'm sorry
I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I
thought that was
what friends were for...

I'm sorry
That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.

I'm sorry
That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your
boyfriend was
threatening you instead of spending time with my family.

I'm Sorry
That I cared


I'm sorry
that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could
have done
something different.

Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never
any good guys
out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them.
Well ladies next
time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining
to, maybe that
special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual,
screaming in
his
head "Why won't you give me a chance?"
Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.

If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, repost as" I'm
sorry."

If You're one of the FEW girls with enough BALLS to repost, and you
would never
make
your guy feel this way, repost as Subject "Girls dont realize these
things"
 
‹►Lord♪The♪Đestroyer♪of♪Đreams◄› says:   6 April 2011   995082  
I'm sorry
I would rather make love to you then just screw you
like some random guy.

I'm sorry
That I am always the one you need to talk to,
but never good enough to date

I'm sorry
That I always held your hair back when you threw up,and didn't get
mad
at you for
puking in my car,
but when we went out you went home with another guy

I'm sorry
That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and
dropped you off
in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend

I'm sorry
If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat,
only to be
thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around

I'm sorry
If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you
cry
for hours,
instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work

I'm sorry
that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along.

I'm sorry
If you read this and know somebody like this
but don't care

But most of all

I'm sorry
For not being sorry anymore

I'm sorry
That you can't accept me for who I am

I'm sorry
I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good
enough to make it in your world.

I'm sorry
I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I
thought that was
what friends were for...

I'm sorry
That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.

I'm sorry
That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your
boyfriend was
threatening you instead of spending time with my family.

I'm Sorry
That I cared


I'm sorry
that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could
have done
something different.

Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never
any good guys
out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them.
Well ladies next
time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining
to, maybe that
special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual,
screaming in
his
head "Why won't you give me a chance?"
Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.

If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, repost as" I'm
sorry."

If You're one of the FEW girls with enough BALLS to repost, and you
would never
make
your guy feel this way, repost as Subject "Girls dont realize these
things"sssssssss
 
‹►Lord♪The♪Đestroyer♪of♪Đreams◄› says :   6 April 2011   798223  
I'm sorry
I would rather make love to you then just screw you
like some random guy.

I'm sorry
That I am always the one you need to talk to,
but never good enough to date

I'm sorry
That I always held your hair back when you threw up,and didn't get
mad
at you for
puking in my car,
but when we went out you went home with another guy

I'm sorry
That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and
dropped you off
in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend

I'm sorry
If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat,
only to be
thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around

I'm sorry
If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you
cry
for hours,
instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work

I'm sorry
that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along.

I'm sorry
If you read this and know somebody like this
but don't care

But most of all

I'm sorry
For not being sorry anymore

I'm sorry
That you can't accept me for who I am

I'm sorry
I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good
enough to make it in your world.

I'm sorry
I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I
thought that was
what friends were for...

I'm sorry
That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.

I'm sorry
That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your
boyfriend was
threatening you instead of spending time with my family.

I'm Sorry
That I cared


I'm sorry
that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could
have done
something different.

Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never
any good guys
out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them.
Well ladies next
time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining
to, maybe that
special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual,
screaming in
his
head "Why won't you give me a chance?"
Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.

If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, repost as" I'm
sorry."

If You're one of the FEW girls with enough BALLS to repost, and you
would never
make
your guy feel this way, repost as Subject "Girls dont realize these
things"aaaaaaaaa
 

 
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