My eyes are full of tears and there is an apple stuck in my throat. This reminds me of something that happened a very long time ago. Unfortunately it didn't have such a happy ending.
Here is something with a happy ending I would like you to watch. 18's (Symbol for life) Marty http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3upv7_gestodeamor_news#.UNzTyeSADV8 On Wed, Dec 26, 2012 at 2:51 PM, DAWN RODEGHIER <drodegh...@sbcglobal.net>wrote: > *To all my cml fighters: This is one day late getting out but I was busy > like the rest of you warriors and time got away. But here is a good > reminder to keep your hopes high!* > > ** > > *Hope all had a wonderful Christmas, I know we all know what the day > really stands for! Jim Rodeghier* > > ** > > ** > > ** > > *What a beautiful story.!.... "Get the tissues ready." > > SANTA AND SARAH > > Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at the > McAllister Mall in Saint John . The child climbed up on his lap, holding > a picture of a little girl. > > "Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend? > > "Yes, Santa,' he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said > sadly. > > Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her > dabbing her eyes with a tissue. > "She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!" the > child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly. > > Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face, > asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas. > > When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the > child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted. > > "What is it?" Santa asked warmly. > > "Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but...." the old > woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves to collect > the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors. > > "The girl in the photograph... my granddaughter well, you see she has > leukemia and isn't expected to make it even through the holidays," she said > through tear-filled eyes. "Is there any way, Santa, any possible way that > you could come see Sarah? That's all she's asked for, for Christmas, is to > see Santa." > > Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave information > with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could do. > Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon. He knew what he > had to do. "What if it were MY child lying in that hospital bed, dying," he > thought with a sinking heart, "This is the least I can do." > > When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening, he > retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was staying. > He asked the assistant location manager how to get to the Hospital. > > "Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face. > > Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother earlier > that day. > > "C'mon.....I'll take you there." Rick said softly. Rick drove them to the > hospital and came inside with Santa. > > They found out which room Sarah was in. A pale Rick said, he would wait > out in the hall. > > Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw > little Sarah in the bed. > > The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the > Grandmother and the girl's brother he had met earlier that day. A woman > whom he guessed was Sarah's mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah's > thin hair off her forehead. And another woman who he discovered later was > Sarah's aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with a weary sad look on her > face. They > were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of > the family, and their love and concern for Sarah. > > Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the > room, bellowing a hearty, "Ho, Ho, Ho!" > > "Santa!" shrieked little Sarah, weakly as she tried to escape her bed to > run to him IV tubes intact. > > Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug. A child the tender age > of his own son -- 9 years old -- gazed up at him with wonder and > excitement. Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale bald > patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But, all he saw when he looked at > her was a pair of, huge blue eyes. His heart melted, and he had to force > himself to choke back tears. Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah's > face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing of the women in the room. > > As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside one > by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or his hand gratefully, whispering > "Thank you" as they gazed sincerely at him with shining eyes. Santa and > Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all the toys she wanted > for Christmas, assuring him she'd been a very good girl that year. > > As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for > Sarah, and asked for permission from the girl's mother. She nodded in > agreement and the entire family circled around Sarah's bed, holding hands. > Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in angels. > > "Oh, yes, Santa... I do!" she exclaimed. > > "Well, I'm going to ask angels watch over you." he said. Laying one hand > on the child's head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed. He asked that, God > touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this disease. He asked that > angels minister to her, watch and keep her. And when he finished praying, > still with eyes closed, he started singing, softly, "Silent Night, Holy > Night....all is calm, all is bright." The family joined in, still holding > hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying tears of hope, tears of joy for this > moment, as Sarah beamed at them all. > > When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held > Sarah's frail, small hands in his own. "Now, Sarah," he said > authoritatively, "you have a job to do, and that is to concentrate on > getting well. I want you to have fun playing with your friends this summer, > and I expect to see you at my house at McAllister Mall this time next year!" > > He knew it was risky proclaiming that to this little girl who had terminal > cancer, but he "had" to. He had to give her the greatest gift he could -- > not dolls or games or toys -- but the gift of HOPE. > > > > "Yes, Santa!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright. > He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room. > > Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed between > them and they wept unashamed. > > Sarah's mother and grandmother slipped out of the room quickly and rushed > to Santa's side to thank him. > "My only child is the same age as Sarah," he explained quietly. "This is > the least I could do." They nodded with understanding and hugged him. > > One year later, Santa was again back on the set in Saint John for his > six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do. Several weeks went by and > then one day a child came up to sit on his lap. > > "Hi, Santa! Remember me?!" > > "Of course, I do," Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at > her. After all, the secret to being a "good" Santa is to always make each > child feel as if they are the "only" child in the world at that moment. > > "You came to see me in the hospital last year!" > > Santa's jaw dropped. Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed > this little miracle and held her to his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed. He > scarcely recognized her, for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks > were rosy -- much different from the little girl he had visited just a year > before. He looked over and saw Sarah's mother and grandmother in the > sidelines smiling and waving and wiping their eyes. > > That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus. > > He had witnessed --and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about > --this miracle of hope. This precious little child was healed. Cancer-free. > Alive and well. * > > *He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered,* > > *"Thank you, Father. 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