IF YOU HAVE TIME TO READ

Break out the tissue box.
This came from a 13 year old girl named Brittany that I know from the Med Center she is also Battling cancer she is a wounderful person.
soneone sent this to her and I Thought that you would enjoy reading it or maybe not


Have a Blessed Day!!

> Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to
> see Santa At the 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 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 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 drovethem 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 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 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
> 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. 'Tis a very,
> Merry Christmas!" If you believe in miracles you will pass this on...I did