Wednesday, September 28, 2005

A warm fuzzy...

I don't know how everyone else is doing since it seems we've all be kinda quiet lately - but for me it seems like the last little while there's been lots of sad things happening - at work mostly but also things going on in the city. Last week alone, there were 2 family deaths within the firm I work of the lawyers here lost his mother, and one of my co-workers unexpectedly lost her mother-in-law. Also, my mom called to tell me about the sudden death of one of my brothers old team mates...a 20 year old boy. Unfortunately, I could go on to add a few more things but that's not the purpose of my post...I wanted to share a forward that a co-worker sent to me that really brightened my day. Some of you may have read this before...and of course who knows if it's actually true or not - but it's a great story and I just felt like sharing it...ENJOY!

Am I A Fireman Yet??

In Phoenix, Arizona, a 26-year-old mother stared
down at her 6 year old 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 &
fulfil all his dreams.
Now that was no longer possible.
The leukaemia would see to that. But she still
wanted her son's dream 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 6 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 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 favour?
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 the 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 and extended its ladder up to
Billy's third floor open window--------

16 fire-fighters climbed up the ladder into Billy's

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, and the Head Chief,
Jesus, is holding your hand," the chief said.

With those words, Billy smiled and said,
"I know, He's been holding my hand all day, and
the angels have been singing.."

He closed his eyes one last time.


Heather said...

This actually made my eyes water (not cry ... just water :)

Thanks for sharing it Dana.

gatebeautiful said...

hey dana
just to let you know, im praying for you...i confess im bad at communication..will get better, promise.

Smat said...

cute story :)
its about time for an update! ;)

Dana said...

Ha! Look who's talking Tams... ;)