Sociable Teaching

Tell me this one doesn’t put life in perspective. 






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
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 bepossible 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. 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 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 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. 

Throughout the years, I’ve met real niggaz and bitch niggaz. I’ve met loverz and haterz. I’ve met people who admire what I do and people who’d love to be able to do what I can. I’ve met people who stick around and stand up for me whenever I need and other people who talk people into hating on me for no reason, these are the ones to be expelled from your vicinity. 

Society is like that. When niggaz can’t keep up with your swagg, they try to put you down by letting you down. But I am like an oath and I stick it out to the end like Rhianna. I ain’t never tried to be better that anybody. However, I’ve always struggled to be better than myself every other day. I’m always surprised myself. It makes me happy every day. 

Meeting and helping people have always been “my thang”. Y’all can count on a nigga like me for what the hell y’all want. But don’t fuck step on my callous or backstab me. Forgiveness is a word that I sometimes prefer letting God do so. 

As Fugees once said “They smile on my face, but they talk behind my back”. You know who you are and so does God. Do to others what you want others do to you. 

#RealTalk O amor aproxima as pessoas, mas o ódio cria laços mais profundos.

Rodrigo P. Honorato

Ça roule!

Je m’appelle Rodrigo P. Honorato. J’ai 26 ans et je suis professeur d’anglais. Je parle portugues, espagnol et un peu de français. J’habite à Belo Horizonte au Brésil avec ma mère. Elle s’appelle Marília. Elle est chanteuse. 

Je travaille beaucoup, mais j’ai du temps livre aussi. J’aime chanter et écouter du rap et hip-hop. Le rap cést simple mais beaucoup de gens ne le comprennent pas. J’adore les sports aussi. Je préfère le football. Je support Cruzeiro. Beaucoup de gens pensent que je suis américain, mais je suis brésilien. Je suis né 4 mars 1986 à Belo Horizonte.

Merci, au revoir!

(It is my first composition in French. Not a top-notch, but it is alright. Nice kick-off)

Rodrigo P. Honorato