A
story, perhaps legend, goes like this:
A person
volunteering at Stanford Hospital tells of a little girl named, Liza. Liza
suffered from an inherited disease. She needed a blood transfusion from her
five-year-old brother to live.
Her
doctor asked Liza’s brother if he would be willing to donate blood for her. He
hesitated and then answered, “Yes, if it will save Liza.”
The
transfusion began. The brother smiled as his sister regained the color in her
cheeks. However, his face grew pale. He turned to the doctor and asked, “Will I
start to die right now?”
He
had misunderstood. He had thought that he was going to donate his entire blood
supply to save Liza's life.
Fortunately,
that brother’s offering of blood did not require his life. My older brother’s
offering of blood required his; and it saved mine. My older brother’s name is Jesus.
Story
Source: Ron Cline: Beyond The Call
