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Little Fireman



The Littlest Firefighter

The 26-year-old mother stared down at her son who was dying of
terminal leukemia. Although her heart was filled with sadness, she
also had a strong feeling of determination. Like any parent she wanted
her son to grow up and fulfill all his dreams. Now that was no longer
possible. The leukemia would see to that. But she still wanted her
son's dreams to come true. She took her son's hand and asked, "Billy, did
you ever think about what you wanted to be once you grew up? Did you
ever dream and wish what you would do with your life?"

"Mommy, I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." Mom
smiled back and said, "Let's see if we can make your wish come
true."

Later that day she went to her local fire department in Phoenix,
Arizona, where she met Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big as
Phoenix. She explained her son's final wish and asked if it might be
possible to give her six year old son a ride around the block on a
fire engine.

Fireman Bob said, "Look, we can do better than that. If you'll have
your son ready at seven o'clock Wednesday morning, we'll make him an honorary
fireman for the whole day. He can come down to the fire station, eat
with us, go out on all the fire calls, the whole nine yards! "And if
you'll give us his sizes, we'll get a real fire uniform for him,
with a real fire hat -- not a toy one -- with the emblem of the Phoenix
Fire Department on it, a yellow slicker like we wear and rubber
boots. They're all manufactured right here in Phoenix, so we can get them
fast."

Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Billy, dressed him in his
fire uniform and escorted him from his hospital bed to the waiting hook
and ladder truck. Billy got to sit on the back of the truck and help
steer it back to the fire station. He was in heaven.

There were three fire calls in Phoenix that day and Billy got to go
out on all three calls.  He rode in the different fire engines, the
paramedic's van, and even the fire chief's car. He was also videotaped for the
local news program.  Having his dream come true, with all the love and
attention
that was lavished upon him, so deeply touched Billy that he lived
three months longer than any doctor thought possible.

One night all of his vital signs began to drop dramatically and the
head nurse, who believed in the hospice concept that no one should die
alone, began to call the family members to the hospital.  Then she
remembered the day Billy had spent as a fireman, so she called the Fire Chief
and asked if it would be possible to send a fireman in uniform to the
hospital to be with Billy as he made his transition.

The chief replied, "We can do better than that. We'll be there in
five minutes. Will you please do me a favor? When you hear the sirens
screaming and see the lights flashing, will you announce over the PA
system that there is not a fire? It's just the fire department
coming to see one of its finest members one more time. And will you open
the window to his room?

About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck arrived at the
hospital, extended its ladder up to Billy's third floor open window and 16
firefighters climbed up the ladder into Billy's room. With his
mother's permission, they hugged him and held him and told him how much they
loved him.

With his dying breath, Billy looked up at the fire chief and said,
"Chief, am I really a fireman now?"

"Billy, you are," the chief said. With those words, Billy smiled
and closed his eyes one last time.

My instructions were to send this to four people that I wanted
God to bless and I picked you. Please pass this to four people you
want to be blessed as well as the person who sent it to you.
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