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Friday, August 25, 2006

Am I A Fireman Yet?

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 leukaemia. 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 & fulfil all his dreams. Now that was no longer possible. The leukaemia 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. We 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 uniform and escorted him from his hospital bed to the waitinghook 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 favour? 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 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-------- 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.."
He closed his eyes one last time.
from Rachel's blog
12:59 PM



Tuesday, August 22, 2006

5 greatest words: SORRY, it was my mistake.
4 pleasant words: YOU did it well.
3 sweetest words: I LOVE you.
2 grateful words: Thank you.
1 most important word: YOU.
You never lose by loving. You lose by holding back.
Life is a challenge, dare it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is faith, believe it.
Life is wisdom, utilize it.
Life is GOD's gift, be grateful for it.
St. Anne's Church, 17th Sunday in Ordinary Time Yr B
12:41 PM




_______________ is too painful a place for me to go. Serious.
Too many things have happened there.
Too many people I meet there.
Too many memories just too sweet.
Too many bittersweets my tears fall free.
Every corner I turn, there sits something waiting for me to burst into a fresh round of tears all over again.
And there's the tingling. It's in my bones. I walked past today and felt it, ever so strong, and then it happened. Don't ask me how. It's definitely God, no?
Thorns give way to flowers. Just you wait.
9:19 AM



Sunday, August 20, 2006

Mich L. tells me I looked depressed. Hohum.
Really?
Because ever since last Friday, I've been rather happy. I've had more hope than I can hold in my hands. It's like I've been filled with a holy light of some sort, sunny yellow and full of joy. Warmth spills itself all over me, like a broken egg.
Yum.
On a calmer note, it's a real gamble. It's an unsteady floor, swaying this way and that, rocky at times. It threatens to throw me off my feet all the time. Worse of all, I'm unsure. What does it all mean? There's this looming danger of me being happy for nothing. If I allow my happiness to continue climbing, climbing, right to the highest cliff, and I'd read them signs all wrong, I would be thrown from that cliff and smash into the rocks below. Smashed. Shattered. Broken.
I ask that I not be given false hope, and that I will not have high expectations. For all I know, these could mean anything, any object, anyone.
11:42 AM


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