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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, ", 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 , dressed

him in his fire uniform and escorted him from his

hospital bed to the waiting hook and ladder truck.

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

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 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 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 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 's third

floor open window. 16 firefighters climbed up the

ladder into '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,

looked up at the fire chief and said , "Chief, am I

really a fireman now?" ", you are, and the Head

Chief, Jesus, is holding your hand," the chief said.

With those words, 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 the people you want to be blessed.

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.

Stop telling God how big your storm is. Instead tell

your storm how big your GOD is.

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