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    The Littlest Firefighter
    *Author Unknown

    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 light 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.

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    To the unregistered guest:

    I have been a firefighter for 15 yrs. and have rarely had anything tear me up as your story. I had a son pass away on July 7, 1999 from a rare disease called Tay Sachs. I too had ambissions of him being a firefighter, so one day, we could work together. Now, that dream will never come true, but only in my mind. The story reminded me of him and the ambition he had to give me the strength to move on with my life. Everyday, I thank God that I had the experience to be with him and learn the lessons he has taught me. Although he was never ablr to talk, He spoke so loudly with his actions. He is my Hero.

    If you have contact with Billy's family, thank them for their story and sharing it. I know how difficult it is to talk about a child's loss.

    To my fellow brothers and sisters, remember how much we can learn from a child.

    God bless and be careful.


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    Thankyou to the person who wrote this message.

    My father is in the CFA (Victoria, Australia), and now i am following in his footsteps. and i love to say that i am proud to be doing it.

    Everyone thinks that Firefighters are just there to put out fires and save people, but this job, (some people dont even think of it as a job), is alot lot more every firefighter that i have ever met is proud of what they do and to the person that posted that message, thankyou because you are telling everyone that the job isnt just fighting fires, its alot more, and one of those things is being a member of the public and helping people in otherways.
    just as these firefighter from phonix have done.

    they granted a little dying boys wishes and thats a human thing to do and after all we are all human


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