The Pain Is Gone!


New member
Dec 20, 2000
Jackson, Wyoming
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 her
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 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, y'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, y'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 Special Delivery! How about that?

Signed with Love from: God, Jesus & Me.


New member
Nov 28, 2001
That was great Bill!!!