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« on: Apr 01, 2009, 09:39:20 am »

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 & fulfill all his dreams. Now that was no longer possible..
The leukemia 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 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 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 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, 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. Cry
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« Reply #1 on: Apr 01, 2009, 10:42:18 am »

That's a really sad story, but I am sure it wasn't sad for this little boy Wink

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« Reply #2 on: Apr 03, 2009, 04:57:04 am »

It is a sad story and it would be a inspirational too, that young boy is really brave.
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« Reply #3 on: Apr 03, 2009, 10:03:41 am »

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« Reply #4 on: Aug 26, 2009, 09:37:26 pm »

Damn that's a very sad story : (
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« Reply #5 on: Oct 10, 2009, 10:02:24 am »

A very sad story, hope the tragdy won't be repeated!
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« Reply #6 on: Mar 15, 2010, 08:46:27 am »

Real sad story, it make me sad. Thanks for sharing it with me.
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« Reply #7 on: Mar 28, 2010, 03:09:44 am »

Such a sad story. Please say it wasn't true, and it was just a made-up story...
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« Reply #8 on: May 10, 2010, 02:26:39 pm »

OH! that was really sad but at-least He was happy when he closed his eyes.
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« Reply #9 on: May 11, 2010, 08:28:36 am »

yeah it's really a sad story for us but for the boy in the story it is his fulfilling moment that his dream came true to be a fire fighter or fireman...and this story really touched my heart and I feel like I want to cry now.........
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« Reply #10 on: May 12, 2010, 09:02:52 am »

A Sad Story

I am a single working mother and going to college for a better life for my three year child and myself. I am taking a course called "Urban Community." We were asked to do a major project on problems in the Urban Communities. I choose the topic Homeless."

Each day I would walk the streets of the homeless and offer them something to drink and to eat. I know its tough to survival on the streets. Last night I ran into a group of 30 kids who were living on the streets on NY. I spoke to a few of them. They were ages 13 to 16. My heart went out to them and I just wanted to cry. I had to be strong. One girl who is pregnant and her boyfriend was very supportive toward her but I had told all of them about the Convent House, that there is help out there.

I told her she needs the proper care for her child's needs. She told me that she has been taken care of her child and that she will do the right thing. My heart was broken when I saw all these children on the streets of New York.

They told me they traveled all over the place as a group. Some of them said they hooker and panhandle and do odd jobs for people. None of them were high on drugs nor were they drinking. At least not this group. I asked about their families and if they contact them to let them know they were alive. Most of them said, "NO.' They all look like a happy family and they took care of one another. I really tried to persuade them to get help and to contact their families but they did not want to. I did not want to push the issue.


All these kids were very respectful. Some of them enjoyed reading and writing. They said their education is important to them but they teach each other. Some of them enjoyed skate boarding, dancing and playing music.

One girl asked me if I could give her a hug and I did. She started to cry and said, "Thank you for not treating us as freaks like everyone else does. People don't realize that we all have our own problems but some are worse then others." She told me that her stepfather was sexually abusing her and her mother did not believe her. She ran away." Her street name is little Mary.

They were good kids just trying to make ends meet. I told them that I don't have much to offer because I am a single Mom just making ends met. I had offered them sandwiches and soda. They were so happy to have something to eat and told me that I can't change the world but at least there is someone who really cares.

I cried and told them to be save and to please be careful because we all live in a dangerous world. They told me that they are moving to a new area and did not say where. God Bless these Children.
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« Reply #11 on: Jun 24, 2010, 07:24:17 am »

very sad.. thanks for sharing! Sad

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« Reply #12 on: Nov 02, 2010, 02:31:12 pm »

what a sad story..
i love it. thanks you for sharing..

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« Reply #13 on: Nov 02, 2010, 07:58:24 pm »

Ohhh really sad story and yes this is fact we all live in a dangerous world.
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« Reply #14 on: Nov 03, 2010, 01:44:21 pm »

yes we do..
that's why we have to be more open with our love ones..

we never know.. when our time is.

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The angels have been
Singing..' - and i love this line. Sad
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« Reply #15 on: Nov 26, 2010, 06:22:47 pm »

Very sad, i hope its made up.
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« Reply #16 on: Dec 03, 2010, 03:37:47 pm »

Yes very sad indeed, now he is where the is no pain, no sadness, just love from our farther, god blem him and his family, it must have been so hard for a parent to see their child die
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« Reply #17 on: Dec 20, 2010, 02:29:59 pm »

Its a sad story but it cannot be true
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« Reply #18 on: Feb 01, 2011, 06:59:04 am »

Very sad. So sorry to hear.
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« Reply #19 on: Mar 01, 2011, 06:18:14 am »

That was very sad.. Sad
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