Letters to God Page #6
Aggressive. Yeah, I know.
But he's finished with chemo.
That means he's in remission, right?
Loosely.
Loosely. What does that mean exactly?
Well, the MRI still shows spots on his brain.
And?
And I'm not sure if these cells
are dead or alive or merely scar tissue.
We'll just have to keep a close eye.
For now, let's focus on the good news.
(Sighs)
(Sam laughs)
- All right.
- There we go.
- Hi, Mr. Perryfield.
- Hi, Sam.
- Hi.
- Who's winning?
I am, obviously.
(Both chuckle)
So, is Tyler home and well?
Tyler? Home?
I think everyone out here is getting stir crazy,
Tyler keeps getting stronger.
We should do something fun, like...
like a welcome home party for Tyler.
Oh, how about a costume party?
Costume parties are fun.
And...
I win! (Chuckles)
- Hey!
- I win.
- No!
- (Laughs)
Thank you.
(Laughs)
( Rascal Flatts:
My Wish)Ooh-ooh-ooh
I hope the days come easy
And the moments pass slow...
Whoo!
Oh. I got fairy dust all over you.
(Elvis voice) Thank you.
Thank you very much.
(Laughs) Give me that.
Hey!
Oh, I'm so glad you came.
Oh, that's not fair.
What? We're dressed as nurses.
Oh. It's still not fair.
(All laughing)
Where's Tyler?
Um... over there.
I see a tall Russian guy.
Oh! (Laughter)
My wish for you
Is that this life becomes
All that you want it to
Your dreams stay big,
your worries stay small
You never need to carry
more than you can hold
And while you're out there
Gettin' where you're gettin' to
I hope you know somebody loves you
And wants the same things, too
Yeah, this
Is my-y-y-y wish
This is my wish
For you
I hope you know somebody loves you
For you
May all your dreams stay big
For you
(Guitar solo)
(Song fades out)
Howdy, sir.
How do, ma'am?
Thank you.
Ohh. This was such a great idea.
Mr. Perryfield, it was all him.
(Laughs) Okay, so, I have to ask.
Where did you get the costume?
(Laughs) Oh. You mean my trusty steed?
(Laughs) Does he bite?
No, he's a good horsey.
I've actually had this for a couple of years.
My son just turned three
when I came back from Iraq,
and my wife...
now my ex-wife...
she told me that
his favorite barnyard animal was a...
So, I go out and I buy this outfit,
thinking I'd be this big hero in his eyes.
And you freaked him out.
- Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
- (Laughs)
Wouldn't come near me for a week,
screaming for hours.
Ohh.
How's Ben dealing with all this?
Ben is 16.
We'll just wait till tomorrow.
He's just been through so much
these past few years, you know?
With his father passing and...
Tyler's cancer. It's...
It's just been way too much.
And I...
I was making it worse.
I'm pretty good
at making things worse myself.
So, what turned it around?
It took Ben's letter to God
to show me what I wasn't seeing.
(Moaning and shouting)
Is that what I think it is?
I think that's what you think it is.
Okay. Uh, now, you know how
to deliver babies, right?
Because me... I only deliver mail.
And, um, I'm just getting the hang of it.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
(All shouting at once)
Stay calm, everyone.
Let's get her to the car.
Ohhhh!
- Okay.
- Take deep breaths.
Breathe.
We're gonna have a baby!
It's gonna be amazing.
Ohhh!
Okay.
Okay, breathe.
Breathe through the pain.
Breathe, breathe.
I'll call your mother.
And, uh, well, we'll be praying.
We'll be praying.
(Laughs) Oh!
(Car drives off)
Thanks for a great party!
Ha!
- Mom?
- Mm-hm.
Tonight was very fun.
Yes, it was.
So much fun.
(Laughs) Do you want to put those eyebrows
in your treasure box?
No. I'd rather wear them.
They're my warrior brows.
(Laughs) Okay, then.
(Kissing)
I love you.
Go to sleep, okay?
- Mom?
- Hmm?
Do you think that Mrs. Baker's baby
was born to replace me?
Sweetie...
why in the world would you think
something like that?
Well, Alex told me that
Ashley Turner's sister told her
that when somebody dies,
somebody's born to replace them.
(Sighs) Tyler...
I don't really think it works that way.
But Ashley Turner's sister is 13.
Oh. She's 13.
Well...
Heh. Well, with all due respect
to Ashley Turner's sister,
only God knows for sure
how these things work.
Well, if Ashley Turner's sister is right,
I would want Mrs. Baker's baby
to replace me.
He's very cute.
Nobody could replace you.
I love you.
- Mom?
- Hmm?
You know that God picked you.
What?
Yeah.
He picked you to be my mom.
Oh, and McDaniels gets the save!
Amazing! How are you doing, guys?
Hey, Tyler? Phone.
It's Coach Dave.
Hi.
Hello?
Uh-huh?
Yeah. Really?
Okay, just hold on a second, okay?
- Mom.
- Hmm? Hmm?
Coach Dave wants to know...
he called to see if I can play
in the game next week.
Oh, Tyler, honey,
I don't think you're strong enough, sweetie.
- But I am. I am. I am!
- Yeah, I mean, I think he's strong enough.
- See?
- Right.
What's the worst that can happen?
He gets tired and has to sit down.
See? See? See?
Oh, honey, I just don't...
I reallyjust don't think it's a good idea.
Please?
- Please? Please?
- Please?
Okay, we'll compromise.
Tyler will dress up,
and only if he's feeling really up to it,
then he'll play a little,
and if he's not feeling so hot,
then he'll help coach.
Come on, Maddy.
You gotta let him play.
He's a natural.
Hmm?
Hmmmmm?
(Laughs) Okay!
- Oh, yeah!
- Yeah!
Ohhh!
(Fans cheering and shouting)
(Coach) Let's go, defense!
Come on, defense!
Come on, y'all!
Come on, get that ball!
(Cheering continues)
(Overlapping cheering continues)
(All) Ohh!
(Overlapping chatter continues)
Coach.
Coach, put me in.
Ty, are you sure you're okay?
Yeah, I'm sure. I mean,
I've only played four minutes in the game.
Look...
we are one ahead with two minutes to go.
Okay? You've got to stop everything.
Okay.
Substitution!
Hey, hey.
- Be careful.
- Okay.
Get 'em!
(Cheering)
(Whistle blows)
All right, tiger! Whoo!
(All shouting)
(lndistinct)
(Whistle blows)
We won!
(All cheering)
Ohh!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
(Cheering continues)
Whoo! That's my boy!
Whoo!
(Echoing) Tyler!
(Voices echoing)
We have to get him to the car!
Get a doctor!
Go and get a doctor!
Call an ambulance!
(Machine beeping)
(Sighs)
Please don't tell me that.
(Sighs) No.
(Crying)
Maddy.
Just get away, please.
I knew something wasn't right.
I wanted him to rest.
Why would you encourage him to play?!
How could you do this?
Oh, please just leave.
(Sobbing) Please.
Just get out of here, please.
How could you do this to our son?!
We never want to see you again!
Do you hear me? Never! It's over!
( Aaron Barnhart: Water's Edge)
There's no message in this bottle
At least not one
That I care to hear
Why do I need to see the bottle?
Before I want to come up for air
Take me now
To the water's edge
In the deepest ocean
I can learn to love again
I'll be washed clean beneath the waves
And start again
Start
We'll start again
I will hear your call
This time I will not let you fall
We'll start again
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