Giving and getting killed | Anecdotes, parables and organizational reflections
Anecdotes, parables, fables
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Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital in Stanford, I met a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare disease. Its only chance to recover was a blood transfusion for his 5-year-old brother, who had survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the.
The doctor explained the situation to the brother of the girl, and asked him if he would be willing to give his blood. I saw him hesitate for a moment before taking a big sigh and say: "Yes, I will do it if that saves Liz".
While the transfusion was done, he was lying on a bed beside her sister, very smiling, while we assisted them and saw return color to the cheeks of the child. Suddenly the small became pale and his smile disappeared. He looked at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice: "at what time will begin to die?"
Had not understood the doctor: I thought that it would have to give all of his blood to his sister. And yet he had accepted.
It gives all those you love. Love like you've never done. Do not despise the friendship of your friends. Live each day with faith, love and peace.