I gotta say it. I cried when I read this. Its a very very touching story. Honestly I dot know who wouldnt cry.
I am sending this messege to 100 hundred people.
You are a good man whitfield
> I was sent this poem by a soilder friend of mine,he asked me to pass it on . It to me depicts human kindness as well as demonstrates why I say the words DO UNTO OTHERS AS YOU WOULD HAVE THEM DO YOU! I don't know anybody that knows when their time here on earth will come.I hope you understand it and feel its meaning.This story is definitely worth reading.
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> > > 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 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 and extended its ladder up to Billy's
> > >third floor open window.
> > > 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, 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. My
> > >instructions were to send this to at least four people that I wanted God to
> > >bless and I picked you. Please pass this to at least four people you want
> > >to be blessed. This story is powerful and there is nothing attached,
> > >please do not break this pattern; uplifting stories are one of the best
> > >gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards, let's continue to
> > >uplift one another.
> > > Stop telling God how big your storm is. Instead tell your storm how
> > >big
> > > your GOD is. Thanks you for sending this SGT.Kevin Bryan United States Army
