Bet you could do better than that!
[sub]Looks like you got caught in the same board hiccup that I did[/sub]
Darn it! I deleted the spam after I copied it. Little Dying Billy, Fireman Bob, Jesus and Singing Angels.
StG
Resurrected from my Trashbin!
The Littlest Fireman
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 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 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. “And Jesus is with you”. “I know”, said Billy. “He’s been holding my hand all day, and his angels are singing to me” With those words, Billy smiled and closed his eyes one last time.
I wonder if Fireman Bob can be hired for deathbeds and parties?
The worst part is, it’s true.
Ack. I would’ve bet money it was the fevered writings of an out-of-work Hallmark hack.
StG
How about this one ? In part:
“This was my dad’s radio,” the little boy said,
"But I guess it’s mine and Mom’s now 'cause my daddy’s dead.
Dad had a wreck about a month ago.
He was trying to get home in a blinding snow.
Mom has to work now to make ends meet.
I’m not much help with my crippled feet.
She says not to worry that she’ll make it all right.
But I hear her crying sometimes late at night.
Ya know, there’s one thing I want more than anything else to see.
Ah I know you guys are too busy to bother with me.
But, ya see, my dad used to take me for rides when he was home.
But I guess that’s all over now since my daddy’s gone.
I can see these guys sitting around composing the lyrics:
“Okay, how 'bout we have a little kid get on the CB?”
“A crippled kid!”
“Yeah, and his father is a trucker.”
“Was a trucker… who was killed in a wreck!”
“When he was just trying to get home to his family.”
“Which is now broke! ”
“Yeah, they can’t make ends meet. Poor little crippled kid!”
“LOL The audience will fall apart! Hahaha!”
What? You have to believe in the hospice concept to do this? How about the ‘basic humanity’ concept? You mean to tell me that most hospitals wouldn’t inform the family that their loved one is about to die, if they had ample warning? Give me a break!
gigi
June 8, 2002, 7:27pm
9
“to be with Billy as he made his transition”?! bleah
Except check out how someone added the Jesus stuff at the end which is missing from the original, true version.
I guess using deceit for evagelistic purposes is A-OK.
Haj
Siege
June 9, 2002, 11:56am
11
The problem is, the people sending this stuff out really believe it’s true. I’ve got a friend who occaisionally sends me this stuff, and I think what’s going through her head is “This is a nice story. CJ’s a good Christian – she might like it.” Of course, the last time she did this, a Pit rant resulted, but I think (hope!) she’s learning.
CJ
From the link Johnny posted:
Well I came back and said, “before you 10-10,
What’s your home 20, little CB friend?”
Well he gave me his home address and I didn’t hesitate
one second 'cause this hot load of freight
Was just gonna have to wait.
I turned that truck around on a dime
And headed for Jackson Street 229.
As I rounded the corner, I got one heck of a shock:
18-wheelers lined up for three city blocks.
Why I guess every trucker from miles around had caught Teddy Bear’s call,
and that little boy was having a ball.
For as fast as one driver would carry him in,
Another would carry him to his truck and they’d take off again.
Well you better believe I took my turn at riding Teddy Bear.
And then I carried him back in and put him down in his chair.
Buddy, if I never live to see happiness again,
I want you to know I saw it that day in the face of that little man.
:eek: