A Letter to Mom

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 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 H e 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  and Me.
 "When you're down to nothing, God is up to something."

Descubriendo el Siglo 21

Discovering 21century

Fr Tomás Del Valle-Reyes

P. O. BOX 1170

New York, NY 10018

(212) 244 4778

www.descubriendoelsiglo21.com/

Ballons...

Life is too short to wake up with regrets.
So love the people who treat you
right. 
Forget about the one's who don't. 
Believe everything happens for a
reason.
If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands. 
If it changes your life, let it. 
Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would
be worth it.
Friends are like balloons; once you let them go, you can't get them back. 
So I'm going to tie you to my heart so I never lose you.
Send this to all your friends including me and see how many you get back. 
Send this balloon to everybody you like. 
You may also return it to me. 
If four balloons are returned to you, something you have been waiting for a long time will happen!!!! Believe me..
.... It really happens! Send a lot of little balloons to your friends!!!

Rev. Father  Tomas Del Valle-Reyes
P.O. BOX 1170
New York, NY 10018

Tel- 212-244-4778
http://www.descubriendoelsiglo21.com/

This is me....."JUST CHECKING IN"

A Priest passing through his church
In the middle of the day,  
Decided to pause by the altar
And see who had come to pray.
Just then the back door opened,
A man came down the aisle,
The Priest frowned as he saw
The man hadn't shaved in a while.  
His shirt was kind of shabby 
And his coat was worn and frayed,
The man knelt, he bowed his head,
Then rose and walked away.
In the days that followed,
Each noon time came this man,
Each time he knelt just for a moment,
A lunch pail in his lap.
Well, the Priest's curiosity grew,
and, He decided to stop the man and ask him,
'What are you doing here?'
The  man said, he worked down the road.
Lunch was half an hour.
Lunchtime was his prayer time,
For finding strength and power.

'I stay only a few minutes, see,
Because the factory is so far away;
As I kneel here talking to the Lord,
This is kind of what I say:
'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM CHECKING IN TODAY.'
The Priest feeling foolish,
Told Jim that was fine.
He told the man he was welcome
To come and pray just anytime

Time to go, Jim smiled, said 'Thanks.'
He hurried to the door.
The Priest knelt at the altar,
He'd never done it before.
His cold heart melted, warmed with love,
And met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed, in his heart,
He repeated old Jim's prayer:
'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. 
I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN TODAY.'

Past noon one day, the Priest noticed
That Jim hadn't come.
As more days passed without Jim,
He began to worry some.

At the factory, he asked about him,
Learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried,
But he'd given them a thrill.
The week that Jim was with them,
Brought changes in the ward.
His smiles, a joy contagious.
Changed people, were his reward.

The head nurse couldn't understand
Why Jim was so glad,
When no flowers, calls or cards came,
Not a visitor he had.

The Priest stayed by his bed,
He voiced the nurse's concern:
No friends came to show they cared.
He had nowhere to turn.

Looking surprised, Jim spoke
Up and with a winsome smile;
'the nurse is wrong, she couldn't know,
That He's in here all the while


Everyday at noon He's here,
A dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down, takes my hand,
Leans over and says to me:
'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, 
JIM, HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN, 
SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP, AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.
ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY, AND 
SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS CHECKING IN TODAY.'
If this blesses you, pass it on. Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart
May God hold you in the palm of His hand
And Angels watch over you.

So this is me ... "Just Checking In"

Father Tomas Del Valle-Reyes
Discovering 21 Century
P. O. BOX 1170New York, NY 10018
212-244-4778
Radiosigloxxi@aol.com