Inspirational Christian Story - Goodbye Peace Letter

This is an inspirational Christian Story about a little boy who passed away of cancer and his letter to his mother. A truly remarkable story which brought tears to my eyes. The little boy is soo sweet!

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 O.K.? When can I see him?"

The Surgeon said, "I'm sorry, we did all we could."

Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer, doesn't GOD care anymore? GOD, where were you when my son needed you?"

The Surgeon said, "One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes to let you spend time with your son's remains before it's transported to the university".

Sally asked that the nurse stay with her while she said Good-bye to her son. Sally ran her fingers through his thick red curly hair.

The nurse said, "Would you like a lock of his hair?"

Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of his hair and put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.

Sally said, "It was Jimmy's idea to give his body to the University for study. He said it might help somebody else," and that is what he wanted.

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 to be able to spend one more day with his mother".

Sally said, "My Jimmy had a heart of Gold, always thinking of someone else and always wanting to help others if he could".

Sally walked out of the Children's Hospital for the last time now after spending most of the last 6 months there. She sat the bag with Jimmy's things in it on the seat beside of her in the car. The drive home was hard and it was even harder to go into an empty house.

She took the bag to Jimmy's room and started placing the model cars and things back in his room exactly where he always kept them.

She laid down across his bed and cried herself to sleep holding his pillow.

Sally woke up about midnight and laying beside of her on the bed, was a letter folded up.

She opened the letter, it said...

I know your going to miss me, but don't think that I will ever forget you or stop loving you because I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU.

I'll think of you every day mom and I'll love you even more each day.

Some day we will see each other again.

If you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, he can have my room and my old stuff to play with.

If you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things as us boys do, so you will have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like.

Don't be sad when you think about me, this is really a great 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 here.

The angels are so friendly, I love to watch them fly. Jesus doesn't look like any of the pictures I saw of Him, but I knew it was Him as soon as I saw Him. Jesus 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. I told
GOD that I wanted to write you a letter and tell you Good-bye and everything, but I knew that wasn't allowed.

God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter with. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel that 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 about. Where was He when I needed him? God said, "The same place He was when Jesus was on the Cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.

Oh, by the way Mom, nobody else can see what is written on this paper but you. To everyone else, it looks like a blank piece of paper.

I have to give God His pen back now, he has some more names to write 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.

I almost forgot to let you know - Now 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 suffer the pain either, so He sent The Angel of Mercy to get me.

The Angel said I was Special Delivery!

Signed with love from: God and Jesus and Me.

Why I am a kid....

Had been mature and still am.....know whats right but wanna try wrong...
Know to go there...but why not here?
This isnt immaturity...can't even you understand?
I had a heart to tell you its pain, its love, its happiness, its excitement and thrill....
Got happy when you said what were mere words, smiled for your simple hello, enjoyed your happiness, complained cause i thought i had the right. I wanted you to share yourself, but did never force you to....Your world was creating mine....i could see my path so clearly....
I din even care what i was, what you were....things were so in place.....i liked your changes and adapted accordingly....i feared that you might not like any changes so tried not to change...but changes have to occur always....
I din change my heart....just felt that you were so mine that i can be innocent, careless, stupid, nagging, naughty, foolish, nice, sweet, kiddish and every part of me.....i din ever know that my ignorant and dependent part would hurt me so badly and disliked by you so much.
I din know you liked just a part of me and never the complete me, never knew you never said it urself...but just to contend my heart.....
I'm sorry for believing you, sorry for revealing me, sorry for disturbing you....n really sorry for not even be nice enough to understand that i was just forcing.....
byeee......hv a wonderfullyf :D
i'll smile...wish u too do...

Old Man in the House

I live and work in Dubai, United Arab Emirates. But this took place in Goa, India, where I went down for a vacation with my 2 daughters, my younger sister and her boyfriend. It was July 2006, when we have the rainy season in India. We left from Mumbai at 5:30am in the morning and by the time we reached Goa, it was about 4:00pm, we were to live in my sister's boyfriend newly purchased house, which they used for vacation purposes only, which meant the house stood empty most of the time. After much cleaning of the house, we went to a nearby restaurant for dinner. By the time we got home, we were all so exhausted from the traveling and cleaning, that everybody fell asleep as soon as they put their heads on the pillow.

In the middle of the night, I was woken up by someone stroking my hair. I got up and looked at my sister and her boyfriend, because he was naughty and always up to mischief, but they both were fast asleep. I laid down again and tried to close my eyes, and again I felt someone touch my head, in a very loving manner. I freaked out and slept (or stayed awake) the remainder of the night near my sister and her boyfriend's feet.

The next afternoon I told my sister and her boyfriend about this and she told me that she felt a presence in the bathroom when she was bathing, it was as if someone was watching her. This watched over feeling was very strong in the kitchen and bathroom. I never felt threatened by it, but I did not like the "being watched over" feeling, especially in the bathroom. My sister's boyfriend got really freaked and would not go to the toilet or bathroom without my sister. We stayed there for 4 nights, but I never slept even for 1 night. The last night we were there, I actually saw a shadow peering at us from the kitchen. Maybe it was just saying goodbye. My sister and I always felt this entity was a male, and a old one too.

Hope you liked this story, please comment.

(depends if wanna believe...just a horror tale narrated by smone unknown)

Lyf is SHORT!

Lyf is Short! We r all short of tym....
Each day we wake up, we find ourself running after the inexorable cobweb of tym.
But as our elders have been influencing our lyf since we first opened our eyes, they always tried to install in us " Make 100% out of your lyf...don't waste it."
But, cmon! no one can make 100% by running after what they are told to do...can they?
N when it comes to wasting, THEN PLZ...
enjoyin ouselves isnt considered WASTIN!
If i can guarentee you...tht i wont ever feel defeated nor guilty for WASTIN! my lyf then i don consider it wasting at all.
I m not at all encouraging ppl to indulge themselves in insane activities....but to know the difference one must feel it!
Yes, LYF IS SHORT....so i wanna atleast once be a bird, be a shark, be a tiger, be a human, be a ME.....be all tht wht i want to be and not i am meant to be!