Thanks Alanna….

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 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 to 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
“When you’re down to nothing, God is up to something.”

I love you Lamma!

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8
year-olds, “What does love mean?”

The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have
imagined. See what you think:

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“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her
toenails anymore.

So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got
arthritis too. That’s love.”

Rebecca- age 8

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“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.

You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.”

Billy – age 4

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“Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and
they go out and smell each other.”

Karl – age 5

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“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries
without making them give you any of theirs.”

Chrissy – age 6

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“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.”

Terri – age 4

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“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before
giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.”

Danny – age 7

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“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing,
you still want to be together and you talk more.
My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss”

Emily – age 8

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“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening
presents and listen.”

Bobby – age 7 (Wow)

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“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who
you hate,”

Nikka – age 6 (thats deep)

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“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it
everyday.”

Noelle – age 7

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“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends
even after they know each other so well.”

Tommy – age 6

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“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at
all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.

He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.”

Cindy – age 8

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“My mommy loves me more than anybody .

You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.”

Clare – age 6

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“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.”

Elaine-age 5

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“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is
handsomer than Robert Redford.”

Chris – age 7

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“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all
day.”

Mary Ann – age 4

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“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes
and has to go out and buy new ones.”

Lauren – age 4

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“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars
come out of you.”

Karen – age 7

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“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s
gross.”

Mark – age 6

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“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean
it, you should say it a lot. People forget.”

Jessica – age 8

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And the final one — Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a
contest he was asked to judge.

The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an
elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.

Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard,
climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.

When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy
said,

“Nothing, I just helped him cry”

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if you love someone please repost this
if you have ever loved plese repost this
if someone loves you..please repost this!

now you have to repost it b/c there is someone out there..some where…….that loves you…even if they dont know it yet……..

Every girl wants a guy who they can run up to
in their pajamas, no make-up, and messy hair
and he’ll say, “Baby, you’re beautiful!”

If you’re a guy and would do this; repost with title saying, ‘i would’

If your a girl and think a guy should do this; repost with title saying, ‘every girl