Little Boy Passes Away In Arms Of Santa During Visit. He Made That Little Boy’s Last Dream Come True


When a Family called me to the bedside of there sick son this is what happened:

“When I walked in, he was lying there, so weak that he seemed ready to sleep. I sat on his bed and asked, ‘Say, what’s this I hear about you’re gonna miss Christmas? There’s no way you can miss Christmas! Why, you’re my Number One elf!

“He looked up and said, ‘I am?’

“I said, ‘Sure!’

 

“I gave him the present. He was so weak he could barely open the wrapping paper. When he saw what was inside, he flashed a big smile and laid his head back down.

‘“They say I’m gonna die,’ he told me.

‘How can I tell when I get to where I’m going?’

“I said, ‘Can you do me a big favor?’

“He said, ‘Sure!’

“When you get there, you tell ’em you’re Santa’s Number One elf, and I know they’ll let you in.

“He said, ‘They will?’

“I said, ‘Sure!’

“He kinda sat up and gave me a big hug and asked one more question:

‘Santa, can you help me?’

“I wrapped my arms around him. Before I could say anything, he died instantly. I let him stay, hug him and hold him tight.

“Everyone outside the room realized what happened. His mother ran in. She was screaming, ‘No, no, not yet!’ I handed her son back and left as fast as I could.

 

 

“I spent four years in the Army with the 75th Rangers, and I’ve seen my share of (stuff). But I passed the nurses’ station and shouted my head. I know nurses and doctors see things like that every day, but I do not know how.’”

In despair, Schmitt-Matzen was ready to hang up his suit.

“I’m just not cut out for this,” he reasoned.

But he mustered the strength to work one more show.

“When I saw all those children laughing, it brought me back into the fold. It made me realize the role I have to play.

“For them and for me.”