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 goodbye 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 lay down across his bed and, hugging his 

pillow, cried herself to sleep. It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying

 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 any more. 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.