Many years ago, while working as a volunteer at a hospital, I became acquainted with a young woman named Liz who suffered from a rare and debilitating illness. His only chance of recovery was to receive a blood transfusion from his five-year-old brother, who had miraculously survived the disease and had developed the antibodies needed to fight the disease.
The doctor explained to his younger brother the situation and asked the little boy if he would like to donate his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitant for a moment before he took a deep breath and said, “Yes, I will do it if it will save him.” As the transfusion continued, she lay on the bed next to her sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color return to her cheek. Then her face turned pale and her smile faded.
He looked up at the doctor and asked in a trembling voice, “Am I going to die soon?” As a young boy, he was misunderstood by a doctor; he thought that he would have to give his sister all his blood to save her.
And he was willing to do that for her.
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