Thursday, November 30, 2006

I Believe in Miracles.

Post 81 - - - - - Thursday, 30 November 2006.

Hi Everyone ~~ I hope all is well with you and your loved

ones. All OK here, another hot day, with thunderstorms

predicted. ??? Here’s hoping for some rain.

As I have a long story tonight, I will get straight to it.

It is a lovely story about Miracles and was sent to me by my friend, Tammy . Thank you so much Tammy.

It had a Tissue Alert warning. I hope you like it.

Always believe in MIRACLES !! Three years ago, a little boy

and his grandmother came to see Santa at Mayfair Mall in

Wisconsin. The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl.

“Who is this ?” asked Santa, smiling. “Your friend? Your sister?”

“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 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 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 Children’s 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 on 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 gessed was Sarah’s mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah’s thin hair off her forehead. And another woman

who he later discovered 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 in tact. 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 excite-

ment. 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 intently at Sarah and asked if she believed in angels.

“Oh, yes, Santa … I do !!” she sxclaimed.

“Well, I’m going to ask that 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 Mayfair 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 Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee 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 of 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 to 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 had 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. ‘Tis a very Merry Christmas !!

If you believe in miracles, you will pass this on…. I did !!

Thank you again dear Tammy. Needed the tissues !!

I am going to leave it at that tonight, as I am tired,

Back to jokes tomorrow. Take care, folks. Merle.

Post 81 - - - - - Thursday, 30 November 2006.


Jeanette said...

Dear Merle
That was hard to read with tears streaming down my face. Such a beautifull story.
Thank you for your comments on my Roses im pleased you liked them.
Merle I was told today if Pennant cancelled due to heat we will still go out and play Pennant Practice till the temp reaches 37c will know more after meeting on Monday.

Peter said...

Hi Merle, that's a doozy, shares in Kleenex will be up again.

Joy said...

Hi Merle,

You got me! I'm crying like a baby...what a touching and inspiring story. I'm saving this one just for its pure beauty. Thank you Merle.

We had some rain yesterday; but are expecting snow this afternoon. I don't mind if we get a little...that's always so beautiful. But I heard we could be getting several inches. YIKES! I'm not ready for all that. Have a wonderful day dear friend...

bornfool said...

Before I read the story I told myself I wasn't going to cry. I lied.

Sue said...

Tammy sent this to me too, sniff sniff. I do know that miracles happen every day and in every way.
Tammy's family still needs our prayers...

PEA said...

That is indeed a very touching story...think I just used up half a box of tissues! But, it's stories like that, that make you sit up and realize that miracles can REALLY happen if only you let it! Take care my friend xoxo

Margaret said...

Hello Merle, thank you for the tissue alert, pre warned is pre armed. It was a very touching and uplifting story. my Christmas wish would be for more miracles like this one. Loved your egg pun! Love Margaret

mreddie said...

Hope you get your rain, we have had a much needed rain most of the day. I had read this story before and it still got to me. ec

Pamela said...

Very heartwrenching! A lovely story on miracles! Very touching! I believe! Tammy's family could sure us a miracle, she is so sweet and has remained so steadfast. I hope our prayers will be answered soon! Enjoy your day, hope you get the rain you so desparately need! We were in the low 80's today too! :)

DellaB said...

It's all about belief, this is a very good miracle and a timely story to remind us how lucky we are.

Donnak said...

Beautiful story. :)

Meow said...

Tissue alert is right, dear Merle.
Thanks for sharing.
Have a great weekend.
Take care, Meow

Lee-ann said...

Merle, such a miracle! I believe, I truly do! thank you for sharing this with us.

Lee said...

A lovely, very touching story, Merle...thanks for sharing it with us. I'm sending it to my friends.

audrey` said...

Thank God for all the miracles in our lives.
Bless Him!