There was a story of a little girl named Liza who was suffering from a
disease and needed blood from her five-year-old brother, who had
miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies
needed to combat the illness.
The doctor explained the situation to her
little brother, and asked the boy if he would be willing to give his
blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a
deep breath and saying,
“Yes, I’ll do it if it will save Liza.”
As
the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and
smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then
his face grew pale and his smile faded.
He looked up at the doctor and
asked with a trembling voice, “Will I start to die right away?” Being
young, the boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to
have to give her all his blood.
even though he never understood the doctor. he was will to help save his sisters life.
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