Sunday, July 3, 2011

The Littlest Firefighter...

A 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 all parents,
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 sons hand
and asked, "Billy, did you ever think about what
you wanted to be once you grew up? Did you ever
dream or 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 that wish come true." Later that day,
she went to the local firehouse in Phoenix, Arizona,
where she met fireman Bob, who had a heart as big
as Phoenix. She explains her son's wish and then asked
if it would be possible to give her 6 year old son a ride
around the block on one of the firetrucks.

Fireman Bob smiled and said, "Look, we can do better
than that. If you'll have your son ready at 7 o'clock
Wednesday morning, we'll make him an honorary fireman
for the whole day. He can come down to the station and
eat with us, go out on a couple of calls, the whole nine
yards! And if you'll give me his sizes, I'll even get him his
own, real fire uniform with a real fire helmet with the
Phoenix Fire Department emblem on it, a yellow slicker like
we wear and rubber boots. They're all made right here
in Phoenix, so I can get them fast."

Three days later, fireman Bob picked up Billy and dressed
him in his fire uniform and then escorted him from his
hospital bed to a waiting hook and ladder truck just outside.
Billy got to sit in the back of the truck and help steer it
back to the station. He was in heaven. There were 3 fire
calls in Phoenix that day and Billy got to go out on all 3 calls.
He rode in the different fire trucks, the paramedic's van and
even took a ride in the 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 3 months longer that any doctor thought possible.
One night, all of Billy's vitals 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,
but please do us a favor. When you hear the sirens screaming
and the lights flashing, please announce over the PA that
there is no fire, that 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? 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 all hugged him and held him and told him how much they
all 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. With those words, Billy smiled and
closed his eyes one last time.

I'm Just a Little Boy...

I'm just a little boy
Barely 4 feet tall
The thing I like to do most
Is play baseball.

When I'm on the field,
I can run and jump and shout.
And you can rest assured
I'll play my heart out.

I'll play and play as hard as I can,
Even though I'm not a full grown man.
Now I'm up at bat, and I'm there all alone
Mom and dad can't help me now,
I gotta do this on my own.

I'm gonna try and hit that ball all on my own,
My teammates are counting on me
to bring them home.
But it just doesn't happen, not on this day,
And then I hear a parent yell,
"Get that little boy outta there, he can't play. "


And as I stand there feeling totally crushed,
The tears fill my eyes in a great big rush
And they won't stop no matter how hard I try,
And all I can do is cry and cry and cry.


And then my coach tells me,
"Don't worry little buddy, it's just a game."
And I say to him,
"Then tell that to the parent who just yelled my name."


And then all the sudden,
The game isn't fun anymore.
Not like it was before.
No matter what the score.

So parents please remember on game day,
We are only out there to have fun and play.
But most of all remember no matter what's my name,
All of us on the field, we're all the same.


No matter if my name is Billy, John, Allen or Roy,
I'm still just a little boy.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Too Good to Play Ball...

Scenario: Jericho Scott, 9 year old pitcher of
a little league baseball team in New Haven,
Conn., Standing on the mound at the ball park,
thinking about the game, brushing some
orange clay around with his foot, spinning the
ball around in his hand, wanting to pitch a no
hitter which is his ultimate goal. Suddenly, the
officials call the game due to the opposing
teams forfeiture.

Confused, the boy asks why the game is cancelled,
and it is explained to him that his pitch is too fast
that the other team doesn't want to play against him.

I listen to a sports talk radio show in the morning and
one of the topics of discussion this am was the story
of a little boy in New Haven, Connecticut named
Jericho Scott who is 9 years old, and supposedly has
a mean fast ball that has been said to be upwards
of around 40 mph. The Youth Baseball League of
New Haven told the coach that the boy could not pitch
anymore because his fastball was simply, too fast. WHAT!!!
Officials go on to say that they will also disband the team
and redistribute the players among other squads and
offered the refund of the $50.00 fee to those who asked
for it. REALLY??? I'm sorry, but now what do I tell my kid,
which I have instilled into him since he was able to talk, the
importance of being the best you can be and that if you
want something bad enough, you have to work hard to get it?
Players and parents held a protest on Saturday after the
game was forfeited, urging the league to let Jericho pitch the
rest of the season. How can you punish a kid for being too
good? His coach says that he is on target all the time.
THAT'S GREAT!!! Isn't that what every parent or coach wants
out of their child, to be better than good? Here is something
that should weigh heavy on the conscious of the league officials.
Jericho said that he feels sad....That he feels like it is his fault
that the rest of the team could not play. The boy left the mound
in tears!!! Parents and coaches of the other teams in the league
said that their players were intimidated because of his pitch.
COME ON PEOPLE!! HE'S 9 YEARS OLD!! That is what the game
is all about...It's a competition against other teams and the goal
is to outplay your opponent which, correct me if I'm wrong, is
exactly what little Jericho was doing. You go to any batting cage
in America, and the minimum pitch speed is 40 mph. I think that
what these coaches and parents should do is except the fact that
Jericho has a gift, and I'm sure he's not the only one, and
that they should encourage their players to step up to
the plate and except the challenge they're faced with. Maybe
it will give them the opportunity to strive to be as good,
maybe better than Jericho. LET THE BOY PLAY BALL!!!

Just Keep Going...

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,

When the road you're trudging, seems all uphill,

When the funds are low and the debts are high,

And you want to smile and have to sigh, When

care is pressing you down a bit, Rest if you must,

but don't quit. Life is queer with it's twists and turns,

As every one of us sometimes learns, And many a

failure turns about, When he might have won,

had he stuck it out. Don't give up though the pace

seems slow-You may succeed with another blow,

Success is failure turned inside out-The silver tint of

the clouds of doubt, And you never can tell how close

you are, It may be near when it seems so far,So stick

to the fight when you're hardest hit, It's when things

seem worst when you must not quit.


What Defines You.....

What defines a man? Is it the occasional

grabbing of the crotch to reassure yourself

of manhood, or the number of brews you can

toss back at the bar with your buds, or

knowing everything about every sport there is?

Is it how hard one can punch in the game of

punch-buggy? Is it going out on the boat and

challenging a friend to catch the biggest fish, or at

the gym to see who can lift the most weight?

Those might be worthy of some definition of what

a man is, but is it a man we are trying to be or

an ogre? I believe the true definition of a man is

being able to admit and recognize when you are

wrong. Allowing yourself to express your emotions,

like crying at the end of a good movie or during a

sad time in your life, or in awe at the beauty of a

sunset or enjoying the sweet fragrance of Jasmine

in the morning. A true man understands what it means

to love a woman and treasure the relationship

between two people. A true man can accept failure,

stand strong through hard times and rebound with a

sense of accomplishment. When a true man can see

that at times, focus needs to be directed to others rather

than himself, only then can he label himself chivalrous.


God Bless Our Soldiers...

I am that man...

I am the one who eagerly stepped up to join,

I am the one who, with reservation, set aside

my family for my country

I am the one who trained with resilience, to be a soldier

I am the one who is willing to die for our freedom

I am the one who is aghast

I am the one who is brave

I am the one who knows the risk of war.

I am the one you fly the flag for

I am the meticulously folded flag that you hold

I am the yellow ribbon

I am your protector

I am the man you salute

I am the man that salutes you

I am the man for whom you cry

I am a United Stated Soldier

I am that man.....

I like Me.....

There's relationships that open you up

to something new & exotic, those that are

old & familiar, those that bring up lots

of questions, those that bring you somewhere

unexpected, those that bring you far from

where you started, & those that bring you back.

But the most exciting, challenging & significant

relationship of all is the one you have with

yourself. If you can find someone to love the

you that you love.. well that's just fabulous♥