Tuesday, January 10, 2006 :)
Giving When it Counts
Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-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 little 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 her."
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 little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.
Just a lil story I picked off Carista's blog. Means a lot, doesn't it?...
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Somehow I'm suddenly feeling so depressed now. Thinking too much; or giving up the wrong things. I just turned my dad down to go to Chinatown cos I don't really find that place much of an interest to me. He's disappointed. I know it. And suddenly I feel so bad.
Sometimes I just feel I'm not putting enough into what is most important to me. What if one day he just neglects me or just 'bo chaps' me? Why do I care so much about what will never be mine and neglect what is already mine?
I'm just so confused now. And my mum just said another thing that kinda tore me. Nothing to do with me directly, but if he goes, somehow (hopefully not), I won't survive. I won't. Cos he means too much to me.
I'm just so confused. I need to cry.
What, ho, what, ho, what, ho!12:42:00 pm
