Hi. My name is Tyler and I have a story to tell. It's not a very nice story but it is all I have. I wasn't on your earth long enough to know about big people stuff. Like abuse,hurt & pain. I do know that I was there long enough that some big people learned how to love me.

I spent a lot of my time in the Children's hospital in Denver, Colorado because they say that I was born with something wrong with me. I was having seizures and could not do a lot of things that most babies could do when they were born. The doctors said that when I was born there was something called a chromosone missing in my system. They said that I would not be as "smart" as most other people.

But I know that my mommy loved me anyway. Because she would come and visit with me at the hospital, and talk to me and hold me. And my mommy's Mom loved me too, cause she would come and stand by my bed and pray for me and talk to me when nobody else was around. My Mommy's Dad loved me too. He used to hold my hand and tell me that I was his "Little Buddy", and tell me that everything was going to be alright. I believed him.

One day I got to go home from the hospital. The doctors told my mommy how to take good care of me. And she talked to me a lot. She bought me some new clothes and gave me medicine so I wouldn't be so sick. I felt good being at home and I didn't make much of a fuss. It was nice being held and knowing that some big people loved me.

But one day my mommy had to go back to work and something terribly wrong happened. My Grandma & Grandpa were in a place called Indiana because they had something called an Anniversary that they were celebrating. My Mommy was at work and I was left alone with my Dad. He didn't like that I wasn't going to be very smart like the other kids. I think it made him mad.

Nobody "really" knows what happened on that day. When the big people came and found me, I was in terrible shape. My spine was broken in 3 places and my spinal cord was severed from my brain. Both of my eyes were contused and laying on my cheeks. I don't know what happened.

They called my Mommy at work and told her that they were taking me to the hospital. I was there for a while then I got a helicopter ride back to the Children's hospital in Denver. It wasn't very long after I got there, that I became an Angel.

I remember looking down from heaven and seeing a lot of people that loved me were crying at a funeral home. I wish that I could tell them that I am O. K. now, but they can't seem to hear me. I wish that I could tell them that I am watching over other little babies now. But they can't seem to hear me. And I "really" wish that I could have been around long enough to learn how to love them the way that they loved me. That's what I REALLY wish.

I see my Mommy, and Grandma, and Grandpa, cry a lot. I like to take one of my little Angel wings and brush their tears away when I can. Sometimes that seems to help. I want them to know that I am doing a good job as a baby Angel and that they can be proud of me.

No. I wasn't on your earth for very long. But for the short time that I was there, I know that someone loved me. And for this Little Angel, that was long enough to do my job.

I told you my story so that maybe YOU can stop another baby from having to go through what I did to get here in Heaven. So that YOU can stop big people from doing big people "stuff" like, abuse and hurt and pain. My pain is gone, but it will live with my Mommy and Grandma & Grandpa for a long time. Maybe forever. PLEASE don't forget my story. It's all I have.

Tyler

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