[SwF] True Story!!!
|| Nóór Chishti || <noorc13-/[email protected]> Thu, 25 Dec 2003 06:58:39 +0000 (GMT)
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FOR YOU! > > > > > > > > > > >Here is an awesome true story: > > > > > > Stop telling God how big your storm is. > > > > > > Instead tell your storm how big your GOD is. > > > > > > 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 > > > > > > --------------------------------- Yahoo! Messenger - Communicate instantly..."Ping" your friends today! Download Messenger Now