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. 
 


Author Unknown



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