i receved this in an email today and wanted to share this with everyone.


If your going to read this, get some tissues.

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
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

A true friend is:
there for you when you've had a bad day
there for you when you need a sholder to cry on
there for you when you just need to get away
there for you when you don't think it can get any better
there for you when your man is'nt
there for you when you get in trouble
there for you when you need advice
there for you when you need to laugh
there for you when you get into a jam
there for you when you need a ride
I could go on and on about a true friend, but the truth is a friend is there for you no matter what. And I'm happy to say that Three of my friends are on my page and are here for me. Just remember that your friends are always with you, even if they live hundreds of miles away.

As I sit here and look back on my life, I can only think of a few man that have ment everything to me in my life. But right now there is one man that has been there most of my life. This man I know has a large part to do with who I am today. This man married the woman he loved with all his heart. Together they had three wonderful children. Together they also raised their children the best that they could. Times were hard and money was very little at times, but no matter what their children had food. There were times they did'nt eat so that their children would have food to eat. This man did everything he had to , to give his family everything they needed. And as the years went by, his children left the nest he made for his family. And as his childre started to have their own families, hewas still there for his children. Well as the years went by a little more, one by one his children had came back home, and he always welcomed them with open arms. And as they would return they also had their children with them. He took his grandchildren in under his wing, and helped raise them till his children got back on their feet. And threwout all our lives he would be in pain. Though he would be in pain, he would never lat you know. He would still play with you for five more minutes. He had always put things aside for the kids. Though he had a large loving heart, he also had a firm hand when it was needed. We all learned our leasons fast. I can remember every time I had a bad day, no matter what he could make you smile and laugh. And like all the men in my life he was very protective of the girls in his life. He would watch over us so we would'nt get hurt. But no one could mend a broken heart like he could. He would always hug you and kiss you on the forehead, then tell you that he did'nt know what he just lost. And tell you, you were too pretty for him anyway, that you deserve better! More years pass by and he gets a little bit older, and now has great grandchildren. He is the same man that first started out, but in an older body. He still hides the pain just to spend a few more very precious moments with his great grandchildren. To see the smile on his face brings a tear to your eye just to see that he was able to be with us for as long as he has. Though his body is taking it's toll, he is still young at heart. He has a heart of gold and the soul of an angel. God really did break the mold with this man because I have never met another man like him. He lived a full life that he is happy with. We all have the same memories, some a little bit different in ways, the good one and the bad. He raised a good family and pasted on memories to his great grandchildren, whitch we will all charish for a life time. We all pass on our knoledge and years of wisedom to our children as he had passed on to us. This man has left a wonderful impact on the lives of everyone he came acrossed. I will always remember that smile. I am very proud to say that this wonderful, caring, kind , gentel, heartful, stong willed man is my grandfather Mr. TJ Willette, aka Papa. I love you with everything that is me.

a little girl starts school just like all the other kids her age. she has a great first day and makes some new friends.then a few years go by and she gets held back a grade, and the ones that she thought were her friends start to make fun of her. then all the doctor visits start and testing along with it. at this time shes too young to know whats going on in her life and doesn't understand. and after all the tests and doctor visits starts different medicains. she doesn't ask why, she just does what she told to do. soon after that she goes from her regular classes to different classes with new teachers. her friends start to notice and make more fun of her and she doesn't understand why.she ignores the names shes called in the hallways and kids tripping her too. after a couple more years go by she starts to understand whats going on with her body and all the doctor visits and tests. she accepts it and deals with it the best she can, but the kids get more cruel as the years go by. one morning she doesn't know why but she tries to kill herself, her parents put her in a hospital, come to find out its her medicain making her depressed. her medicains were changed so many times, with every new one that came out, hoping that it will help her better then the last. this cause her to gain weight, so that made for more name calling and more cruel jokes from the kids at school that she thought were her friends. she learns more every year to ignore the jokes and names even though it hurts so much inside, she fights back the tears the best she can till she gets home from school.
see this young girl developed seizures at a young age and with the different medicains she was on it cause her to developed a learning disability so she was slow in some areas in school. this is not some thing that she asked for or wanted to have to go threw. finally by the time she had reached high school she grew out of them, but she was still left with the learning disability, and in high school is was much harder for her to hid it from some people. even to this day some of the easiest things can be so hard for her to understand, so when she does get it right she gets proud of herself. see now she is grown with children of her own. she has trouble helping with home work some times but tries to help the best that she can, and some times she still gets depressed about it but hides it from her children. she always hopes her children doesn't have to go threw all that she had to as a child. this is a very proud mother of three beautiful gifts of love. this woman is me

Little did I know about ten years ago I would meet some one that would be a true friend to me. The first time I met her I was'nt sure about her because I did'nt think she would like me. I was 18 at the time and still in high school. I had a few friends, but I was'nt one of those "popular" kids in school. I was one of those kids that every one knew but was'nt good enough to talk to. I met her threw my ex-husbands family. Her family and my ex-husbands family grew up togeather. At first before I even talked to her I thaught she was one of those popular kinds, but she was'nt, not at all. She helped me out when I got pregnent, because it was my first child and like most people I did'nt know a damn thing, . We became close friends. By the time I had my son I would say we were best friends. I had a hard time when I was pregnent, I did'nt have any family around, so I basicly hung around her and her family all the time. I feel in love with her family. It was the first time I had meet a friend and have there family treat me like one of the family. For the first time in my life I felt like I had a sister, maybe because I don't have one, but anyway. She was there for me, along with her mother and sister, when I was in the hospital having my son, were my husband was may you ask, he was at the library. Yeah me in labor having problems and who is there with me till I delivered, my friend and her mother. Her daughter and my son became the best of friends as well. We took the kids every where. I can remember one year before I left my husband my friends and her mother made me a birthday cake, and got me gifts, that was more than I could say my own husband did for me, he did'nt even get me a card the asshole. But besides that. I moved away in September of 1999 and moved to Tenn. We had lost contact for a couple of years but we stay in contact all the time now. This women over the years has helped me threw some trying times in my life, was always there for me, even if she had prior arangments. This women I call a true friend because no matter what I might have done or what I thaught she did'nt think any different of me! I love this women as a friend and as a sister, I would never forget her birthday because its exactly two days after mine of the same year. This loving, most caring, and giving person is my best friend and I call her cathy.