On the fairyboat, while on my way to my sister’s house, I read a most touching story. It’s about a little boy’s noblest love which these days I think, is so rare to happen. This story was shared by David C. Needham, in the book, Stories for the Heart.

For My Sister

There is a true story of a little boy whose sister needed a blood transfusion. The doctor explained that she had the same disease the boy had recovered from two years earlier. Her only chance of recovery was a transfusion from someone who had previously conquered the disease. Since the two children had the same rare blood type, the boy was an ideal donor.

     “Would you give your blood to Mary?” the doctor asked. Johnny hesitated. His lower lip started to tremble. Then he smiled and said, “Sure, for my sister.”

     Soon the two children were wheeled into the hospital room. Mary, pale and thin. Johnny, robust and healthy. Neither spoke, but when their eyes met, Johnny grinned.

     As the nurse inserted the needle into his arm, Johnny’s smile faded. He watched the blood flow through the tube.

     With the ordeal almost over, Johnny’s voice, slightly shaky, broke and silence.

     “Doctor, when do I die?”

     Only then did the doctor realize why Johnny had hesitated, why his lip had trembled when he agreed to donate his blood. He thought giving his blood to his sister would mean giving up his life. In that brief moment, he had made his great decision.

This story made me reflect. As young as he is, it’s amazing to think how great is his love to his sister. A priest once asked in his homily, “How much do you think can you give?”, and he ends his homily with, “You give until it hurts”. Sometimes its always good to have stories like this to remind us not  just to think of ourselves. Just like the little boy in the story.  Till my next blog. Godbless us all