Letters to God Page #3

while this big machine points

at my head and my back.

That's it?

Is that it?

Is that it? No.

There's a big laser beam,

like in Star Wars,

that shoots out and kills all the cancer cells.

Right, Ty?

Well, yeah, I guess.

Huh. Told you.

- So... does that make you sick?

- Not as sick as your liverwurst makes me.

(Chuckles)

Well, not too sick.

But I heard my doctor tell my mom

that I probably won't grow

like I'm supposed to because of it.

Heh. So, you're gonna stay

looking like an alien?

That's it!

(Kids laughing)

(Tyler) "Dear God...

"my first day back at school

was very exciting.

"I forgot to tell Sam

to do what Jesus would do.

"We all ended up in the principal's office

"to sort things out."

"My mom came for me and Sam.

"I'm not sure who she was

more worried about.

"On the way home,

Mom tried to be very firm.

"But when Sam told her

how mashed potatoes

"were stuck up Alex's nose,

"she laughed and laughed.

"Now I know

You're getting my letters.

"Because only You could figure out a way

to make her laugh."

"We got home just when

the mailman was at her house.

"I guess all the excitement got to me,

because I threw up on his shoes."

"My mom couldn't believe it.

"All she could do was laugh."

"All in all, God,

"it was a very good day."

(Chuckles) How was...

How was my day?

Well, uh, let's see.

I almost got eaten by a horse,

and some old man tried to chase me

off his porch with a cane.

Oh, and then a kid barfed on my shoes.

That's what smells.

Boss, we've already had four complaints

in one day, which is very good.

- Might be a Post Office record.

- Four is not so bad.

Oh, and one possible lawsuit.

Do you know a guy

by the name of Cornelius Perryfield?

God.

Letters to God.

These are from the kid

who threw up on my shoes.

- What am I supposed to do with these?

- It's yourjourney, Brady. You decide.

(Mouths)

If you'd been here on time, there'd have been a

dead letter bin about right here.

But since it's well after 6:00, they've moved that

bin over to the warehouse.

So, you might want to just gather

your little letters and walk 'em over.

Thank you so much.

(Clicks tongue)

Ready!

Ready, Jack. Ready.

Isn't that what you say? Ready or steady?

Well, I'm ready.

Ah, I think you've had enough.

(Chuckles)

All right.

I'll just take my business elsewhere.

You are a royal pain anyway.

Brady.

Brady. Give me your keys,

I'll pour you one more.

I don't see you taking

anyone else's keys around here.

I don't see anybody else

staggering around.

You can stay or you can go,

but either way I'm gonna take your keys.

Hold these for a minute.

What are these?

Uh...

some kid on my route.

I don't know what to do.

How are you gonna deliver these, man?

Doesn't seem right to shred 'em.

I don't know.

Letters to God?

Maybe you should take 'em

to church with you on Sunday.

Yeah. Yeah, that's...

that's what I'll do.

(Man) Can I help you?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

A little warning next time.

Sir. Mr. Reverend.

I mean...

No. Please, call me Andy.

Andy, sure.

And you are?

Uh, Brady.

And I was just dropping those off.

I wasn't stealing anything, I swear.

I'm sorry.

That's a bad choice of words.

I just...

I just came in...

just because...

it's just that I think...

this sick kid on my route

is writing these...

these letters to... God.

And I thought you could

at least read them,

and send him, uh,

a gift basket or something.

That's very kind of you,

going out of your way

to make sure that Tyler's

letters are protected.

You know him?

Oh, yes. Yeah, we love that family.

They've been members here for...

quite a while.

With all that's happened, it's been...

difficult for them.

But we certainly

keep them in our prayers

and check on them often.

You know, it seems to me that

God put these letters in your hands

for a reason.

So, maybe you should hold on to them.

No, I wouldn't...

I don't know what to do with them.

I, uh...

Well, first thing you're gonna do

is go home and sleep it off.

And then...

listen to God.

Let God tell you what to do with them.

After all, they are written to Him.

And you know

you're always welcome here.

This is a great place to find answers.

Hey, can I, uh...

- can I pray for you?

- No, no. Really, I'm good.

- That's not necessary.

- It's, uh... It's what I do.

Thank You, Lord, for Brady.

Thank You for making him caretaker

of these letters,

and for his heart.

Your plans are always good.

Lord, I believe You have a plan

and a purpose in this.

Help Brady discover that plan,

because, Lord,

I know you're about to do something...

wonderful.

Something more wonderful

than we can possibly imagine.

In Jesus' name I pray.

- Amen.

- Hmm.

Well, sir...

how does it feel

to be on a mission for God?

(Chuckles)

Heh-heh.

Perfect.

Shouldn't you be in school?

No. My mom thought

I should take it easy today.

Is your mom home?

- No. At work.

- Oh.

But my Granna's here.

Granna!

(Sighs)

I'm sorry about your shoes yesterday.

Ah, it's all right.

Cujo down the street pretty much ruined them

before you got to them, so...

You mean Rooster?

Oh, he's a big teddy bear.

You just gotta know what he likes.

- Rooster?

- Rooster, the dog.

What is it, honey?

Oh, hello.

Brady McDaniels.

- I'm filling in for Mr. Finley.

- Oh, yes.

And, uh,

this is from down the street. Uh...

(Laughs) That would be Linda Baker.

She's such a dear.

Eight months pregnant

and her soldier husband's away

and still she's thinking about other people.

Honey, it's time for you to come in now.

Can I wait for Sam? She's gonna

be home from school any minute.

Well, all right,

but just don't overdo it.

- Nice to meet you, young man.

- Likewise.

Uh...

(Bus approaches)

- Here you go.

- Oh.

Here you go.

Excuse me!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where's the fire?

- Tell me everything.

Okay.

So, Alex and I had to write 500 times,

"I will not fight."

But Alex had to write another 500 times,

"I will not make fun of people."

(Both laugh)

People are always gonna make fun of me.

Come on. I think I know

something that could help.

Okay.

Every day?

You've got to drink that stuff every day?

Barf!

Barf yourself, Mr. Doherty.

The doctor says drink it, I drink it.

Like it or not.

- (Whispering) That explains it.

- Explains what?

I'd be grouchy, too...

if I had to drink that.

Grandpa, we need your help.

Can't. I'm busy.

Grandpa, please?

It's big-time.

Hmm. Okay. Make it quick.

So, you say they're

picking on you at school.

Well, one kid, really. Alex.

Oh.

Don't let it bother you.

They're jealous, that's all.

Jealous?

Because all my hair fell out?

And my eyebrows are almost gone?

No.

They're jealous

because you've been chosen

for the role of your lifetime.

You've been handpicked by God.

You don't believe me?

Well,

maybe we'd better ask Baron Dedushka.

Dedushka?

Are you in there?

Dedushka?

Dedushka!

Good news, Dedushka... he's here!

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