Bad Day

Kathy T from "Where's the Mute Button?" (I LOVE that title!) wrote an interesting post about today being a bad day, actually it is January 24th, but it is due to the circumstances and weather etc. that a British scientist deemed this a bad day.

It is kind of refreshing, though, if this is the lowest point, it can only get better, right?!

As far as people dying, my sister sent me this forward to my email today. I hate forwards, so I erased it (luckily it was still in my "trash" folder!), but I actually read this one first. It was very sweet:


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. 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
> > 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.



Now, I'm not saying I believe that the kid wrote the letter from heaven and it is invisible to all other eyes. That's a bit crazy, but it is a very sweet sentiment that the boy would be thinking about his mother and write that note for her before he died. I also think it is comforting that he would say he is happier now; at least he isn't in pain anymore.