The Littlest Firefighter




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 video taped 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 it's finest members one more time. And will you open the window to his room? Thanks."

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.

Author Unknown

For more on the background of another amazing true story like this little boy's last wish Read the touching TRUE story of a little boy's last wish which is taken from the book Chicken Soup for the Soul
Dave's Words Of Wisdom site.

www.wish.org/about/the_first_wish/the_first_make_a_wish_child - Make-A-Wish website on Bopsy www.personalgrowth... - Bopsy's story and photos in the Phoenix Fire Department's newsletter


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1000 Marbles - An Inspiring Greeting



    The older I get,  the more I enjoy Saturday mornings.

    Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work.
    Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.
    A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the basement shack with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. 

    What began as a typical Saturday morning, turned into one of those
    lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time.
    Let me tell you about it.

    I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham
    radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net.

    Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap,
    with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the kind;
    he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business.
    ~~~~~~~~~
    He was telling whomever he was talking with something about
    "a thousand marbles." I was intrigued and stopped to listen to
    what he had to say.

    "Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you're busy with your job.
    I'm sure they pay you well but it's a shame you have to be away
    from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow
    should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet.
    ~~~~~~~~~
    Too bad you missed your daughter's dance recital. He continued,
    "Let me tell you something Tom, something that has helped me
    keep a good perspective on my own priorities."

    And that's when he began to explain his theory of a "thousand marbles."
    "You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average
    person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and
    some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years.
    ~~~~~~~~~
    Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900, which is
    the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime.

    "No, stick with me, Tom, I'm getting to the important part."
    "It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all
    this in any detail"; he went on, "and by that time I had lived through over
    twenty-eight hundred Saturdays. I got to thinking that if I lived to be
    seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy.
    ~~~~~~~~~
    "So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had.
    I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round up 1000 marbles.
    I took them home and put them inside of a large, clear plastic
    container right here in the sack next to my gear.
    ~~~~~~~~~
    Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away."
    "I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focus more on the really
    important things in life.
    ~~~~~~~~~
    There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to
    help get your priorities straight." "Now let me tell you one last thing
    before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast.
    This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container.
    I figure that if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra
    time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time."
    ~~~~~~~~~
    "It was nice to meet you Tom, I hope you spend more time with
    your family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band.
    75 year Old Man, this is K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, good morning!"
    ~~~~~~~~~
    You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off.
    I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to work on the antenna
    that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work
    on the next club newsletter.

    Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss.
    "C'mon honey, I'm taking you and the kids to breakfast."
    "What brought this on?" she asked with a smile.

    "Oh, nothing special, it's just been a long time since we spent
    a Saturday together with the kids.

    Hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out?
    I need to buy some marbles....

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Pancakes - An Inspirational Greeting -

    Six-year-old Brandon decided one Saturday morning to fix his parents pancakes. He found a big bowl and spoon, pulled a chair to the counter, opened the cupboard and pulled out the heavy flour canister, spilling it on the floor.
He scooped some of the flour into the bowl with his hands, mixed in most of a cup of milk and added some sugar, leaving a floury trail on the floor which by now had a few tracks left by his kitten.


Brandon was covered with flour and getting frustrated. He wanted this to be something very good for Mom and Dad, but it was getting very bad. He didn't know what to do next, whether to put it all into the oven or on the stove (and he didn't know how the stove worked!). Suddenly he saw his kitten licking from the bowl of mix and reached to push her away, knocking the egg carton to the floor.


Frantically he tried to clean up this monumental mess but slipped on the eggs, getting his pajamas white and sticky. And just then he saw Dad standing at the door. Big crocodile tears welled up in Brandon's eyes. All he'd wanted to do was something good, but he'd made a terrible mess. He was sure a scolding was coming, maybe even a spanking. But his father just watched him.


Then, walking through the mess, he picked up; his crying son, hugged him and loved him, getting his own pajamas white and sticky in the process.
That's how God deals with us. We try to do something good in life, but it turns into a mess. Our marriage gets all sticky or we insult a friend, or we can't stand our job, or our health goes sour.
Sometimes we just stand there in tears because we can't think of anything else to do. That's when God picks us up and loves us and forgives us, even though some of our mess gets all over Him.


But just because we might mess up, we can't stop trying to "make pancakes" for God or for others. Sooner or later we'll get it right, and then they'll be glad we tried...

Don't forget, Never stop "making pancakes"!!!
©Tom Sierak ~ used with his permission by Moon And Back Graphics

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My PaintBrush



I'm so afraid
to show you me,
Afraid of what you'll do
You might laugh
or say mean things.
I'm so afraid
I could lose you too.

I'd like to remove
all my coats of paint
To show you
the real, true me,
But I want you to try
and understand,
I need you to accept
what you see.

So if you'll be patient
and close your eyes,
I'll strip off
my coats real slow.
Please understand
how much it hurts
To let
the real me show.

Now my coats
are all stripped off.
I feel naked,
..bare and cold,
But if you still love me
with all that you see,
You are my friend,
..as pure as gold.

I need to save
my paint brush, though,
And hold it in my hand,
I want to keep it handy
In case
someone doesn't understand.

So please protect me,
my dear, sweet friend
And thanks for loving me true,
But please let me keep
my paint brush with me
Until I love me, too.


Written by
"David, Wizard of Oz"
and used with permission



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