(I found this on the Reader’s Digest site.)
I’m a nurse in a hospital’s children’s ward. One night, I was at the nurses’ station when I heard a little boy in his room talking. He kept the patter up for some time.
Finally, I got on the intercom and said softly but firmly, “All right, Johnny, it’s time to go to sleep now.”
There was quiet in the room, and then he said, “OK, God, I will.”
I didn’t hear a peep from him until morning. —J.C.