Letters to God Page #4

Ooh-la-la!

Ooh-la-la!

Ooh-la-la-la!

(Both laughing)

Ooh-la-la! Ooh-la-la!

Ooh-la...

(Laughing)

You're him!

You must be the famous Tyler.

Why am I the famous one?

Because God has chosen you...

the strongest, the wisest,

the smartest...

to receive the honor.

Honor?

Like a gold star at school, Mr. Perryfield?

No, not Perryfield. Dedushka.

And Dedushka mean not that kind of honor.

The honor of being chosen

as one of God's warriors.

Wow!

I want to be a warrior.

Oh, well...

Samantha, I talked to the principal.

He said you need a little less warrior

and a little more... peacemaker.

Samantha the peacemaker.

It doesn't sound as good as warrior,

but I'll give it a try.

(Perryfield) Okay, good.

Now, where was I?

I'm a warrior.

Ah, yes, you are God's warrior,

which means you can ride forth victoriously

in truth, humility, and righteousness.

Dedushka is honored to know you.

Now, come here, Tyler.

Tyler, come here.

Even though you're sick,

when people see how

strong and brave you are,

why, it makes them take

a look at their own lives.

And so,

maybe that's why they make fun of you

like Alex.

But, Tyler, there is a glorious truth.

God is truth.

And it's yourjob, Tyler,

to point them toward Him.

And if they turn to Him,

they find the truth.

Wouldn't that be a wonderful victory?

Tyler, do you understand?

I think so.

Grandpa...

I don't.

Ah.

I don't feel so brave because of...

(Perryfield) Ah.

(Sighs)

I have an idea.

(Sam) Grandpa, can I see?

Samantha, be still.

Now, you hold still.

We're almost done.

All right.

(Sam) Grandpa, can I see?

Samantha, be patient.

- How do you feel?

- They feel great.

- Good. Now raise them up.

- Right.

Now your right one.

(Laughing) Your left one.

Finished!

We're done.

- Yes!

- All right!

Just a moment.

Fantastic!

How are they?

They're awesome!

They're fantastic!

They're awesomely fantastic.

(Laughs)

- I want to see! I want to see!

- Here you go.

Cool.

Awesome. (Laughs)

All right.

Now, will you get out of here?

Dedushka is tired.

Thanks, Grandpa.

All right.

Ohh.

- Oh, you're home early.

- Yep.

Made your favorite.

That's Ty's favorite.

Oh.

Well, now, don't tell me.

Don't tell me. Let me guess.

Yours is... carrot cake.

Mm-mm.

- Uh, marble?

- Nope.

- Black Forest.

- No.

Oh, gosh.

Premature senility.

I've always been afraid of it.

It's okay. Forget it.

It's all good.

Ah-ah-ah-ah. Come here.

Sit down. Stir.

Why don't you tell me what's on your mind?

Nothing.

Everything.

Well, that about covers it.

I just feel weird, you know?

About Ty and what he's going through.

All the attention he gets.

I mean, I know that sounds

totally stupid and selfish.

I just hate that he's sick.

Oh, sweetheart,

we all hate that he's sick.

Sometimes I think it's worse for us

than it is for him.

So go easy on yourself.

I just want normal, Granna.

Do you know how many times I've asked Mom

just to take me to get my license?

- No.

- Well, you can't count that high.

Oh, Ben.

We can't do anything

because we don't have any money

and Tyler's always sick

or he's in the hospital.

Well, shall we accept good from God

and not trouble?

It just seems like all we're getting is trouble.

(Maddy) Hey.

Ben, did you take the trash to the curb?

- Honey, we were talking.

- That's not gonna get the trash to the curb.

Talking doesn't even matter to her anymore.

All she does is bark orders.

- Ben, don't talk to me like that.

- Fine, I'll just stop talking altogether.

- I'm practically invisible anyways.

- Benjamin!

I'm sick of all this. I just wish...

It's all about Tyler.

Benjamin, I am warning you...

All of our time, all of our money, everything.

I just... I just hate him!

(Clatter)

Tyler, wait!

Maddy, let Ben handle this, honey.

(Sighs)

Come over here and sit down.

- Ohh.

- Come on, sweetheart.

I can't do this.

Oh, sweetie. Yes, you can.

(Sighs) He didn't mean it.

Were those eyebrows?

(Laughs) Yes! They were.

(Both laughing)

Go away, or I'll jump.

(Sighs) No, you won't.

How do you know?

Well, because it took me a week

to get you out here in the first place.

Come on, sit.

Look...

I just wanted to say that I'm sorry

and that I didn't mean any of those things

that I said back there.

What do you see when you look at me?

Ty, don't be like that.

I'm serious.

I know you're mad at me because I'm sick.

Ty, I'm not mad at you because you're sick.

And I don't hate you.

I guess I just miss you.

I miss all the fun times we had,

and I guess I'm just afraid that...

that we might not have

any of those ever again.

You're such a dweeb.

You're such a toad.

(Chuckles)

I want you to write a letter to God.

I want you to tell Him how you feel.

I'm sure that He can help you and Mom.

Not to sound mean, but...

Ty, that's really lame.

It's not lame.

It's my favorite way to talk to God.

It's like texting your best friend.

You're right.

- Okay.

- All right.

Okay.

(Sighs)

Here's your pad.

All right.

I'm a warrior, you know.

Heh. A warrior, huh? I think you're

gonna have to be with those eyebrows.

(Laughs)

(Sighs) So, uh...

is Sam your girlfriend?

Yuck! No way!

Okay. Sorry I asked.

Well, she's my best...

like a boy... kind of friend.

Hmm, right. Enough said.

You have any kids?

(Sighs) I have a boy.

Uh... a little bit younger than you.

He lives with his mom, though,

so I don't...

I don't see him much.

Oh. That's too bad.

Yeah.

Well...

(Grunts)

Aw, cool.

- Like that?

- Yeah.

Nice.

Heh. Hey, maybe you can

show me that move.

Okay, come on.

Nice! Not bad.

So... are you on a team?

Yeah.

I haven't played since I got sick.

I want to, though.

Yeah.

Hey. Buddy, go wash up for dinner.

- Okay.

- Hi.

Thanks for the game.

You got it, tiger.

Hey! Be quick!

Heh.

Uh, Brady.

I'm Madelyn Doherty.

But everyone calls me Maddy.

Anyway, it's, uh...

it's not serious, is it?

I mean, he's gonna be okay, right?

We hope so.

- Good.

- Yeah.

- He's a good kid.

- Thank you.

Um, Brady?

Your... bag.

Oh. Heh! Okay.

- Gonna need that.

- Yeah.

Whoops.

Um, my... my mail?

Oh. Right.

Yes. Uh...

- Here. Sorry.

- (Laughs)

It's mostly bills anyway.

Yeah. "Urgent".

- (Telephone rings)

- Oh. More bills.

(Laughs)

Um, hey, listen, thank you

for taking some time with Tyler.

I really appreciate that.

(Ben) Mom! Phone!

I'm coming!

Okay. We'll see you.

- Bye-bye.

- Bye.

Whew!

- Hey, buddy.

- Hi, Mom.

Whatcha doin'?

I'm writing a letter to Alex.

Alex? From school?

Yeah.

Hmm.

You see, I just want him to know

that I'm not mad at him, and that I

can understand why he makes fun of me.

Mr. Perryfield said that I'm God's warrior,

and that I can make him feel things that...

he doesn't want to feel.

But that's good.

Because maybe...

he'll turn to God for the answers.

Well, Mr. Perryfield is a very smart man.

So... what's up?

Well, sweetheart...

um, it's time to go back

and finish your medicine.

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