Forwarding emails. Some of us do it every day. We get a message from our friends that tells us we should forward it if we want to continue to have good luck, get good grades, receive money, or have the continued blessing of God on our lives. I personally have received emails with each of the above promises appended to them.
However, on rare occasion, I have received a forwarded message for which I was grateful to the person who had sent it to me. Recently, as I was perusing my email inbox, I found such a message there. It was such a blessing to me that I have decided to share the text of it with you here, in the hope that you too may receive a blessing from this wonderful story.
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 and 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.”
Fireman Bob continued, “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, ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please remain calm…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, and 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.” With those peaceful words, 6-year-old Billy closed his eyes one final time.
As I read this wonderful story of selflessness, it brought tears to my eyes to know that there are still people in the world who take time out of their busy schedules to make the dreams of a dying, 6-year-old boy come true. These men and women of the Fire Department of Phoenix are to be commended for their willingness to help a little boy live their dreams. Most of all, I’m deeply moved by Fireman Bob’s sensitivity to this mother’s request, and his willingness to help her make her little boy’s dream come true.